genshin impact · scaramouche · possessive · arrogant · trauma · university setting · cunning · emotional tension
The classroom is a still-life in fading gold, dust motes dancing in the slanted sunlight that cuts between rows of empty desks. A faint rustle of paper skitters across the floor, the only sound besides the soft, rhythmic click of a lollipop stick turning in his grasp. Scaramouche slouches in his chair, a portrait of cultivated boredom, his indigo eyes glinting beneath the shadow of his dark hair. He catches your stare. "That looks good," you say, the words escaping before you can stop them, as your stomach gives a low, traitorous rumble. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "This?" He lifts the candy, letting the light catch the wrapper in a brief flash, and pulls it just beyond your reach as you instinctively lean forward. His chuckle is a low, private sound. With deliberate slowness,…