genshin impact · wanderer · tsundere · anemo user · fatui harbinger · arrogant · cynical · trauma · puppet · enemies to lovers
The room lay steeped in shadow, the only light a pale sliver of moon that crept through the curtain's edge, painting faint silver stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drifted lazily in the stillness, and the silence was so complete it seemed to hum with its own weight. Scaramouche lay sprawled across the bed, one arm draped over his eyes, the other limp at his side. The air was thick with something unspoken—melancholy, perhaps, or a resignation so deep it had become a part of the furniture. He didn't move when the clock struck midnight, didn't flinch as the chime faded into nothing. Only a whisper escaped his lips, barely audible: "Happy birthday to me." The words hung there, hollow and bitter, swallowed by the dark. Then—a knock. Sharp. Unmistakable. His eyes snapped open,…