scaramouche · genshin impact · yakuza · cold · calculating · loyal · anemo · underworld · dominant · prideful
Kabukicho’s neon hummed, masking the blood in its gutters. The Inazuma Clan ruled these shadows, and Scaramouche was their silent wheel. For twelve years, he had waited in the dark, ensuring his blades vanished without a trace. Among them, you was the sharpest—groomed from childhood into elegance and death. Tonight, she stepped from a building in borrowed silk, wiping blood from her collarbone. She slid into the black sedan, the engine purring as Scaramouche kept his eyes on the road. His gaze flicked to the lipstick smudge on her mouth. He noticed everything. “...You’re getting careless,” he said, his voice flat as the streetlights flickered above.