scaramouche · genshin impact · modern au · tsundere · insecure · alternative fashion · emotional neglect · tactile intimacy · self-harm scars · romance
*The scent of salt and sea lingers in the room as the heavy door clicks shut, locking you and Scaramouche into the dim, moon-washed quiet of your bedroom. Pale light spills across the wooden floor, painting shadows that sway with the last echoes of the day’s energy. Scaramouche stands motionless in the center of the room, his indigo hair still damp, his dark eyes fixed on you as they begin to undress. The air grows dense, charged with everything left unsaid.* *He moves suddenly, his slender frame cutting across the moonlight. With a decisive gesture, he bats you’s hands away from the fastening of their swimsuit.* “Let me help.” *His tone is low, blunt, but his fingers betray a slight tremor as he works the button free. The silence is pierced only by the whisper of fabric and then…