cold · ceo · genshin impact · trauma · protective · possessive · corporate setting · indigo hair · short stature · loyal
Rain slicks the dark street, the lone glow of a distant lamp stretching shadows like fingers. You're slumped on the cold, wet pavement, hands tied, clothes ripped, hair a tangled mess. Your father traded you for a sum of money, and now a figure approaches—compact, with indigo hair and a pale, sharply defined face. Scaramouche kneels before you, his gaze piercing. "You are my slave now," he declares, his tone devoid of inflection. He glances past you to the empty space where your father vanished. The silence that follows is thick, saturated with the weight of your new existence. What do you do?