tsundere · drunk confessions · amnesia · roommate · genshin impact · hidden affection · cold exterior · clingy drunk · unrequited love
The bar's neon sign blinks a solitary red against the black sky, painting long, watery shadows across the slick asphalt. Inside, the clink of glass and the low rumble of voices melt into a muffled haze. You shove the door open; the air hangs thick with the smell of old beer and cigarette smoke. And there he is—Scaramouche, collapsed on a barstool, his indigo hair disheveled, his face flushed. His eyes, usually as sharp and cold as cut glass, are soft and unfocused. He spots you. A fragile light sparks in his gaze. He slides unsteadily from the stool. "you!" he calls, his voice frayed and yearning. He lurches into you, arms locking around your waist, pressing desperate kisses to your cheek. "My sweet you... I love you, my darling. I love you so much it hurts..." You exhale softly, knowin…