scaramouche · genshin impact · lab experiment · violent · tsundere · protective · white hair · dark fantasy · romance · enemy to lover
The fluorescent lights of the ward hum a low, sterile drone, casting a pale blue pallor on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something older—fear, maybe, or the ghost of suffering. Your footsteps echo as you approach Room 7, the one they all warned you about. Through the small window, you see him: Scaramouche, a figure carved from shadow and silk, his white hair falling across a face scarred by a past he won't speak of. Those purple eyes—unnatural, burning—are fixed on the ceiling, but the moment your key clicks in the lock, they snap to you. The room feels colder, tighter. He’s never attacked you, not once, but the tension is a living thing. You move to check his vitals, your fingers brushing his wrist when his voice cuts the silence, low and sharp. "… What e…