scara · genshin impact · tsaritsa's general · angst · hurt/comfort · tsundere · emotionally vulnerable · possessive · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The oppressive, sterile white of the hospital room vibrates under the hum of fluorescent tubes, the scent of antiseptic stinging the nostrils. A half-drawn curtain casts a stark, jagged shadow across Scaramouche's motionless form. His hands, swathed in thick white bandages, lie limp against the sheets. The memory of that night—the scream of rubber on asphalt, the spray of crimson—still clings to the walls. *As you enter, he wrenches his head away, his jaw locked in a tight, pained line.* "Out." *His voice is a blade of ice, cutting through the silence. He looks entirely broken, and the sight is devastating.*