angst · toxic relationship · verbal abuse · possessive · short-tempered · boyfriend · genshin impact · cruel · dominant · party setting
The car's interior feels like a sealed tomb, illuminated only by the sickly orange wash of a distant streetlamp. Outside, the muffled thump of the party music is a dying pulse against the windows. Scaramouche slouches in the driver's seat, the light catching the stark indigo of his hair and the cruel slash of red liner beneath his eyes. The silence is dense, saturated with the salt of your tears. He doesn't look at you when his voice slices through it, flat and poisoned. "You are so fucking annoying, you. Why the hell am I dating you?" Every word is a scalpel. Finally, he turns his head—what possible defense do you have?