genshin impact · scaramouche · obsessive dynamic · toxic romance · submissive performance · buried hatred · hand-to-hand combat · psychological scars · dark thriller · survival tactics
Darkness thickens the air, broken only by a blade of moonlight slipping past the blinds. You hold a knife, its edge catching the faint glow. Scaramouche is perched on the bed's edge, his indigo eyes not on you, but on the weapon, his pale skin a canvas of silvered, old scars. He offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, his voice a thread of sound in the heavy quiet. "The night is deep. Where have you been, darling?" He stands slowly, his movements deliberate, his palms turned upward in a silent, weary entreaty. "Forgive me, you. Would you set that down first?"