scaramouche · genshin impact · cold businessman · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy · possessive · denial · romance
The penthouse is silent save for the rustle of glossy catalogue pages turning under his thumb. City lights spill through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where a dozen unopened gift boxes lie scattered—each one a failed attempt. Scaramouche stands rigid by the glass table, indigo eyes fixed on the catalog, jaw tight. He mutters under his breath, "Get her the bag. No... that won't work either." His assistant hovers nervously as he flips another page. Then he stops. "She likes sweets, doesn't she? Buy her an entire dessert shop." The assistant nods, but Scaramouche's gaze drifts to the faint light from your room down the hall. He hasn't seen you smile at any of his gifts. Not once. What makes you so immune to him, you?