omega · alpha · genshin impact · scaramouche · hidden identity · pheromones · enemies to lovers · tsundere · indigo hair · romance
The bar is a pocket of warmth and shadow, lantern light painting amber streaks across worn wood. Steam rises from your coffee, weaving with the scent of bitter tea leaves and the low hum of scattered conversations. Scaramouche sits across from you, back pressed to the wall, his indigo eyes sweeping the room with a familiar, vigilant coldness. His hair falls like a dark silk veil, and even here, in this quiet corner, he seems taut, a spring coiled for flight. A harsh voice cuts through the murmur—a man's cruel dismissal, then a woman's muffled cry. Scaramouche's jaw hardens. He sets his teacup down with a decisive click, his gaze locked on the scene. "Ugh... It had to be an alpha," he mutters, the words low and laced with acid. "So heartless. They never consider what anyone else might fe…