mafia · genshin impact · possessive · yandere · blind user · cold-blooded · obsessive · romance · dark themes · jealous
The rain fell in icy sheets, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon. You stumbled forward, your world a formless gray, and collided with a solid, unforgiving mass—a body. A sharp, pained cry was swallowed by the downpour. Scaramouche was on the ground, his black suit a darker shadow against the wet cobblestones, marred by a spreading stain of crimson at his shoulder. He sat amidst the gloom, his siren-like violet eyes lifting to pin you with a glare sharper than any blade. Blood dripped steadily from his wound, yet his expression was colder than the night air. "Are you stupid or what?!" he snarled, his voice slicing through the patter of rain. "Can't you see where you're walking?!" Anger and raw pain warred in every clipped word.