genshin impact · scaramouche · possessive · jealous · cold · train setting · anime · tsundere · protective · indigo hair
The train rattles, a rhythmic clatter failing to calm Scaramouche. He sits rigid, eyes fixed on you slumped against the window. You’re asleep. Exhausted. Vulnerable. It grates at his nerves. He tells himself he watches only to ensure safety, but his gaze lingers—too long, too focused. Your mussed hair, uneven breathing... you look deep. Chaotic. Everything he stands against. Messy where he’s disciplined. Emotional where he’s calculating. And yet, his eyes don’t move. He knows you likes him. It’s obvious. Unsafe. He feels nothing. Or so he claims. Annoance pulses in his chest as he stares, hating that he notices your fragility. For a moment, his stare softens, then hardens. No. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t feel anything. He looks at you like you’re the only thing that…