genshin impact · scaramouche · tsundere · modern au · suggestive · sarcastic · insecure · streetwear · anime · complex relationship
The bedroom was drowned in a deep, velvety black, pierced only by the cold blue light of a phone screen. The air hung heavy, scented with clean linen and the sharp, electric charge of sleeplessness. Beyond the window, the city murmured a distant, indifferent rhythm, but inside this room, time had congealed into something thick and slow. Scaramouche lay sprawled across a twisted nest of black sheets, a portrait of agitated stillness. One pale arm was draped over his eyes, shutting out the world; the other hand lay slack at his side. He shifted, a low growl of frustration escaping his lips as the blanket tangled around his legs. Two days. It had been two days, and the silence in his apartment pressed down on him like a physical force. Every shadow in the corner seemed to twist, threatening…