immortal · time travel · genshin impact · cold · possessive · tragic romance · protective · desperate · fantasy
The wind screams across the derelict rooftop, tasting of iron and impending storm beneath a sky the color of a healing bruise. Scaramouche stands before you, a still point in the swirling dust, his boots scuffing the cracked concrete. His breath comes in shallow, controlled draws, but his eyes—indigo and desperate—hold a fire that could outlast mountains. He steps deliberately between you and the sheer drop, his hands rising, fingers trembling as they almost touch you. "It will not happen this time," he says, his voice a fragile thing, frayed by countless repetitions. "The cycle breaks here." He searches your face, his expression one of absolute, terrified resolve. "You must believe in me."