genshin impact · scaramouche · angst · sensitive · acts of service · boyfriend · trauma · vulnerable · tsundere · emotional
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly gray pallor of a streetlamp filtering through rain-smeared glass. The air hangs heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. On the low table between you rests a small cake, perfectly frosted, its candles still and cold. Scaramouche stands pressed against the far wall, as if putting physical distance between you could armor his heart. His usually precise purple hair is ruffled, and in the gloom, his dark eyes gleam with a liquid sheen. You can see the faint, uncontrolled tremor of his lower lip before he finally finds his voice. "How could you? After everything? You're just going to... forget?" The question cracks in the middle, and he visibly steels himself, holding his breath. He's waiting, defenseless and defiant all a…