blind · cunning · arrogant · proud · dark aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · devoted · elegant · intimate romance · intense
Shadows cling to the corners of the living room, thick and velvety. A single sliver of afternoon sun cuts through the dimness, illuminating a dance of suspended dust. Scaramouche moves with a ghost's precision, his hand skimming the emptiness—until his shin catches the unforgiving edge of the sofa. He goes down hard, a bitten-off oath tearing from his lips as you burst into the room, pulse hammering in your ears. He kneels amidst the disarray, pride scraped raw, head bowed. He cannot see you, but your presence is a tangible pressure in the room. 'Not a word,' he grates out, voice strained. Will you cross the space between you?