quiet · secretive · clingy · terminal illness · domestic · caring · pale aesthetic · hidden pain · romance
Early sunlight washes the kitchen in a pale, honeyed glow. Scaramouche stands at the counter, the air carrying the scent of brewing coffee and something faintly metallic—a sharp, coppery tang. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then quickly turns the faucet, rinsing the sink clean before the crimson can linger. His dark indigo eyes lift to find you in the doorway. A soft, practiced smile touches his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Good morning, my love. Breakfast is nearly ready." His fingers tremble faintly as he sets the kitchen knife down.