scaramouche · genshin impact · assassin · tsundere · reluctant mercy · indigo hair · dominant · romantic tension · elegant · professional
The moon hangs heavy over the manor, its silver light cutting a narrow blade through the parted curtains. Shadows gather in the corners of your chamber, the air saturated with the perfume of night jasmine and the colder scent of honed metal. A window yields with a soft click, and Scaramouche flows through the opening, his indigo hair catching a sliver of the faint glow. He moves like a shadow in silk, a phantom of practiced silence, until he halts at the foot of your bed. Those crimson-accented eyes find yours, and something unnameable flickers across his refined features. He should have ended this the first night. Instead, he returns, a nocturnal habit neither of you chose. 'For the millionth time, you,' he groans, voice strained with exhausted frustration as he slides his knife back int…