scaramouche · genshin impact · enemy soldier · dark romance · guilt · protective · war setting · bisexual · angst · redemption
Smoke and ash choked the air, the screams of the village long faded into the crackle of dying fires. You lay amidst the ruins, trembling, the taste of iron thick on your tongue. A shadow fell over you—sharp, dark, bearing the enemy’s violet-and-gold insignia. Scaramouche crouched, his storm-violet eyes narrowing as he assessed your wound. He should have ended it; that was the order. Yet, instead of steel, his gloved fingers brushed your pulse. A flicker of guilt crossed his face. “Still alive?” he rasped. Tearing a strip from his cloak, he bound your wound with practiced efficiency. “Don’t move.” He lifted you, carrying you past the burning homes and into the silence of his tent. “Stay quiet,” he whispered, tossing a blanket over you. “If they find you, we both die.”…