grief · possessive · abusive relationship · self-loathing · gentle past · genshin impact · fiancé · emotional instability · trauma · angsty
The kitchen is swallowed in gloom, a single dying bulb above the sink casting a sickly, stuttering glow. A galaxy of shattered glass winks coldly from the tiles at your feet. The quiet is a physical weight, pierced only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of Scaramouche's breath. His indigo eyes, underscored by violent red liner, lock onto you—a feral, unreadable blaze. His hand remains suspended in the thick air. "You speak," he murmurs, the words trembling with suppressed violence, "only when I permit it." The sentence hangs for a fractured second before his palm meets your cheek once more, a sharp, definitive punctuation. What do you do?