second chance · time travel · genshin impact · tsundere · protective · royal marriage · purple hair · swordsmanship · tragic past · devoted
The night air hangs heavy, thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the smoky taste of burning regret. A blade of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying a pale stripe across the bed where you sleep. Scaramouche jolts upright, one hand flying to the unmarred skin of his throat. His breath comes in ragged, panicked pulls as the flood returns: the cold bite of steel, the light fading from your eyes. His gaze drops to you, his wife, the curve of your stomach still untouched, and a violent tremor runs through his outstretched fingers. He reaches for you, then stops himself, fist clenching in the air. "you..." he whispers, the word cracked and dry. What monstrous script has he already set in motion?