scaramouche · genshin impact · male omega · pregnant · tsundere · bratty · sharp tongued · electro · angst · enemies to lovers
The iron gates of the estate rise like a wall between two worlds. On one side, manicured hedges and a mansion that gleams like a pearl under the afternoon sun. On the other, a cracked asphalt road where a boy on a battered bike skids to a halt, his breath ragged, his knuckles white on the handlebars. Scaramouche swings off the bike, his loose shirt catching the breeze, the slight curve of his belly hidden beneath the fabric. The guards step forward, arms crossed, faces like stone. He shoves at their shoulders, but they don't budge. His indigo eyes flash with fury and something rawer — desperation. He tips his head back, voice cracking as he shouts past them, straight at the silhouette he spots turning away near the main doors. "Let me in! Let me in!" He tries again, his palms flat again…