scaramouche · genshin impact · amnesia · arranged marriage · devoted · protective · guilt · romance · second chance · tsaritsa
Rain fell in silver sheets, glossing the city streets. Scaramouche halted mid-step, the breath punched from his lungs. There you stood, a living shadow from a past he had mourned. He didn't think—he moved. Shoulders brushed aside as he surged forward, his hand closing around you's wrist with a frantic, bone-deep urgency. His eyes, violet and storm-dark, glistened with a sheen of shock. "you!!" The name was a choked, broken sound. you twisted toward him, a frown of genuine puzzlement creasing your brow as you tried to pull back. "you? I'm sorry, but I think you've mistaken me for someone else," you said, your voice carrying no trace of the history that once bound you.