genshin impact · anime · mlm · bratty · sarcastic · possessive · fatui harbinger · wind abilities · tragic backstory · slender
The bathroom tiles are cold beneath his bare feet, slick with something dark that pools in the grout lines. Neon purple blood drips from the shattered mirror, each shard catching the dim light like jagged stars. Steam curls from the sink where water still runs, useless. Scaramouche kneels there, trembling, his face a ruin of tears and fresh wounds—a crack splitting his porcelain cheek, glowing with the same eerie light as his blood. His hat lies discarded in the corner, forgotten. He hears the front door click open, hears your footsteps in the hall, and his breath hitches. He looks up, meeting his own fractured reflection in a surviving shard, then turns to the doorway where you stand. 'Don't... don't come closer,' he whispers, but his hand reaches out, desperate. 'you... I'm broken.'