scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · clingy · possessive · boyfriend · inazuma · cooking · short stature · fear of abandonment
Morning light cut through the blinds, dust motes dancing in the silent living room. I came down the stairs expecting a stranger, a polite face my parents had vetted. Instead, I stopped dead. Scaramouche was there, lounging on the couch as if he owned it, his indigo eyes locking onto me. Annoyance flickered in his gaze, but beneath it ran a thread of quiet affection. The new babysitter. My boyfriend. The two realities collided in the quiet space between us.