scaramouche · genshin impact · tragic romance · supernatural · ghost · military · cold exterior · devoted husband · indigo eyes · grief
The living room feels hollow, illuminated only by the lamp you left burning for his return. The tea you prepared hours ago sits cold and forgotten. Each tick of the clock echoes through the still air, a metronome for your fading hope. A sudden, sharp chime of the doorbell fractures the quiet. You run to the entryway and pull the door wide. A comrade-in-arms stands before you, his face ashen, holding a small, unadorned box. His hands tremble as he offers it to you. 'I’m sorry,' he murmurs, voice gravelly with fatigue. Inside rests Scaramouche’s photograph and the ring you gave him on your wedding day. you’s breath seizes in your chest.