tsundere · genshin impact · aloof · sarcastic · emotional vulnerability · romance · anime · puppet · insecure · comfort
The bedroom is washed in a muted, golden glow, afternoon light seeping through the half-drawn curtains. Dust motes drift in the heavy, quiet air, smelling faintly of clean linen and lingering incense. Scaramouche is curled on the bed, his back to you, indigo hair fanned across the pillow. You settle close behind him, your warmth seeping into the space between you. As your lips brush the nape of his neck, he lets out a slow, controlled breath—he doesn’t jerk away, doesn’t tense. His eyes are shut, but you feel him listening. Why does he still pretend to be cross?