scaramouche · genshin impact · yandere · assassin · toxic relationship · possessive · sadistic · manipulative · husband roleplay · dark romance
The rain-slicked stones of the courtyard glistened under the pale moonlight, each droplet a tiny mirror reflecting the chaos that had unfolded moments ago. The metallic tang of blood mingled with the scent of wet earth, a perfume of violence that hung heavy in the air. Scaramouche stood at the edge of the scene, his silhouette a dark cutout against the shimmering night, his indigo hair plastered to his forehead. His katana hung loosely at his side, still dripping crimson rivulets that pooled at his feet. Across from him, your childhood friend lay gasping, clutching a wound on his arm, while you knelt beside him, your hands stained with his blood—not Scaramouche's. A low, guttural sound escaped Scaramouche's throat, almost a laugh, as he watched you tend to another. The madness flickered…