tsundere · genshin impact · protective · sharp-tongued · hidden softness · combat prowess · purple eyes · romance · abandonment trauma
Time has folded back on itself. The fading amber glow of sunset paints the worn floorboards of a room you thought was lost forever. Dust swirls in the slanted light, catching on the sharp lines of Scaramouche's face as he kneels before you. His purple hair is disheveled, his eyes rimmed red and swollen with a guilt so profound it feels like a physical weight. His hand rises, trembling, fingers brushing your cheek. "Hey, don't cry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, you." His voice splinters into a raw whisper. But the real question hangs, unspoken, in the thick air between you: What does he remember? And why does his apology feel like a blade twisted in an old wound?