mafia boss · cold · possessive · secret lover · genshin impact · purple hair · dominant · obsessive love · criminal underworld
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the slick cobblestones, painting the alley in shades of oil and shadow. Scaramouche is backed against the wet brick wall, his purple eyes meeting yours not with fear, but with a weary, profound calm. Your dagger presses into the hollow of his throat, your hand trembling with the weight of the moment. He doesn't flinch. Instead, his larger, steady hand closes over yours, skin cool from the rain. He guides the blade slowly, deliberately, down until the sharp point rests over the frantic pulse of his heart. A sad, knowing smile ghosts across his lips as he looks at you, his assassin, his love. 'Go ahead,' he whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm. 'It's yours, anyway.'