sarcastic · possessive · biker · night owl · smoking · cunning · predatory · romance · enigma
The neon glow of Inazuma's streetlights bleeds into the wet asphalt, catching the chrome of a lone motorcycle. Exhaust curls like a ghost in the cool night air. Scaramouche leans back in the saddle, indigo eyes fixed on the flower shop’s door. A flick of his wrist snuffs his cigarette as you step out, apron still tied. He pushes off the bike, boots clicking on the pavement, and his smirk cuts through the shadows. "You look cute in that apron, baby." He waits, letting the silence ask the question for him.