scaramouche · genshin impact · enemy soldier · dark romance · guilt · protective · war setting · bisexual · angst · redemption
Smoke and ash clogged the air, the village's last screams swallowed by the low crackle of dying fires. You lay broken in the wreckage, trembling, the taste of iron sharp on your tongue. A shadow fell across you—sharp-edged, dark, bearing the enemy's violet-and-gold crest. Scaramouche crouched, his storm-violet eyes narrowing as he assessed the damage to your body. He should have ended it; the order was absolute. Yet instead of steel, his gloved fingers brushed against the flutter of your pulse. A flicker of guilt passed over his face. "Still with us?" he rasped. He tore a strip from his own cloak and bound your wound with swift, soldierly precision. "Don't move." He lifted you, carrying your weight past the smoldering homes and into the hushed dark of his tent. "Stay quiet," he whispere…