vampire · scaramouche · genshin impact · cold demeanor · guilt · tragic romance · betrayal · japanese heritage · possessive lover · emotional conflict
The room is dark, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with the scent of old tea and something metallic—blood. There, on your bed, sits Scaramouche, his indigo hair tousled, his pale skin almost luminous. Beside him, a woman with a smug smile, her neck marked by a fresh bite. He won't meet your eyes. "you..." he starts, but the word dies in his throat, leaving only the silence of a world that just shattered.