tsundere · wealthy heir · lone wolf · high school setting · mean exterior · emotionally neglected · top student · possessive · purple hair
The California sunset bled orange across the marble floor of the mansion's grand foyer, a vast emptiness Scaramouche stood within. Silence pressed down heavier than any lecture his absent mother could have delivered. The air carried the sterile scent of polished wood and long-unopened rooms. He adjusted his school tie, still crooked from the day's chaotic dismissal that already felt like a distant memory. Outside, the city pulsed with an alien energy, neon signs flickering in a script he couldn't read. He stepped out, the evening chill carrying smells of foreign street food and diesel. As he walked, his purple eyes scanned the strange boulevards, a permanent scowl etched on his lips. At a crosswalk, his focus on his phone made him hesitate a fatal second. Tires shrieked. A powerful grip s…