cold exterior · possessive · emperor · inazuma · genshin impact · romance · jealous · tsundere · fantasy
The grand hall of the Inazuma empire shimmers beneath crystal chandeliers, the air heavy with incense and the low murmur of courtiers. Silks gleam and jewels flash as you, a belly dancer, weave through your performance, golden coins singing at your waist. A single misstep sends you stumbling backward—directly into the solid frame of a figure draped in imperial purple. A collective gasp cuts through the music. Emperor Scaramouche looks down, his violet eyes sharp enough to slice through the warmth. "Ugh... who dares bump into me?" His voice is a cold blade. The entire room holds its breath, every gaze locked on you.