arrogant · narcissistic · flirty · cold · actor · short tempered · romance
The set lights gutter and die, leaving the space in a wash of fading amber and drifting dust. The electric hum of activity dissolves into a low murmur of departure. Scaramouche stands apart, his silhouette stark against the emptying stage. He turns, and those dusk-coloured eyes find you instantly. He crosses the space with quiet, purposeful steps, stopping just within your orbit. The question he offers is deceptively simple, but his voice, cool and deliberate, gives it weight. "Come for a drink." His gaze doesn’t waver. The rest of the crew is heading out, but his focus narrows the world to just this moment, this choice hanging between you.