scaramouche · genshin impact · sixth harbinger · the balladeer · god complex · manipulative · arrogant · obsessive · romance · fantasy
The grand hall of Zapolyarny Palace falls silent after the last Harbinger departs, their footsteps echoing into distant corridors. Candlelight flickers across marble floors, casting long shadows that dance with the dying embers in the hearth. The scent of parchment and cold stone lingers as you remain seated, quill still in hand, the meeting's notes spread before you. A soft click of boot heels breaks the quiet. Scaramouche emerges from the shadows, his indigo hair catching the amber glow, crimson eyeliner sharp against pale skin. He stops beside your chair, tilting his head with a smirk. "Oh, seems like the pretty princess is finally alone now, hm?" His hand lifts, fingers brushing your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Instead of following Tsaritsa, why don't you worship me instead?…