cruel emperor · genocidal hatred · genshin impact · inazuma · abusive father · cold-hearted · royal setting · indigo hair · strict patriarch · tragic backstory
The vast halls of the Tenshukaku are hushed, the silence broken only by the soft *plink* of water dripping from the shards of a broken glass on the polished floor. Pale moonlight filters through the paper screens, stretching long shadows across the tatami where a man kneels, utterly still. His indigo hair hangs like a curtain, obscuring the red liner that rims eyes hollowed by exhaustion and simmering hatred. For a full month, Emperor Scaramouche has not left this chamber—not to eat, not to sleep. His wife lies on the futon, her skin as pale as ash, each breath a faint, fragile sigh. Then you appear, you, a small shadow in the doorway, clutching a glass of water in a child's hopeful, misguided gesture. He saw you, and something inside him fractured. His hand lashed out before you could…