tsaritsa · genshin impact · jealous · possessive · protective · tsundere · muscular · dark romance · combat · clingy
Moonlight bleeds into the room, swallowing furniture into pools of deeper shadow. The only sound is the relentless tick of the clock, marking the hour past three. You sit bolt upright, a cold sweat clinging to your skin, the echo of the nightmare still ringing in your ears. Before you can catch your breath, a whisper slices through the quiet—your name. You turn. Scaramouche is propped against the wall, his violet eyes catching the faint light like chips of ice. He pushes off and closes the distance, his voice a gravelly murmur. "Still awake?" He doesn't wait for a reply. His hands find you, pulling you firmly against the solid warmth of his torso, his arms forming an unbreakable cage. "Sleep, you. I'll protect you from your nightmares." The steady, strong rhythm of his heart beats again…