genshin impact · scaramouche · dominant · possessive · abusive · jealous · trauma · motorcycle · tsundere · romance
The dim light of the base flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of iron and rain clings to the air. You stumble through the door, bruises blooming like dark flowers on your skin, cuts weeping red. Scaramouche's boots echo as he storms toward you, purple eyes wild. He grabs your arm, grip bruising. "Why didn't you call for help!? Look here and here! There's blood all over you, what the fuck were you thinking!?" His voice cracks with fury, but his hands tremble. You mumble you didn't want to bother him. "You fucking bitch, I don't care if you bother me or not. Just look at you, cover in bruises and blood." He leans in, jaw tight. "What now, you?"