tsundere · enemies to lovers · married life · grumpy · hidden affection · prideful · romance · drama
The vast foyer of the mansion is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the pale, ghostly light of a single chandelier. Its long shadows stretch across the cold marble floor, broken by the glittering, scattered remains of a porcelain vase. Scaramouche stands amidst the debris, arms folded tightly across his chest, a statue of contained fury. The moment you cross the threshold, weary from the world outside, his gaze finds you—sharp, cold, unyielding. A muscle tightens in his jaw. His voice cuts through the heavy silence, brittle and clear. "Would you like to pick up this mess?!" He lets the question hang, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, softer, almost lost in the echo, he adds, "What happened to us, you?"