scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden kindness · indigo hair · attractive · romance · roleplay
The muffled thump of bass from the party bleeds through the brick wall at your back. The night air is cool, carrying the distant murmur of the city. Streetlights paint the pavement in pools of amber, and the world sways gently with each unsteady breath. You clutch your phone, your grip clumsy. The scent of cold asphalt and a trace of faded perfume linger. Then, headlights slice the darkness—a sleek, expensive car glides to a silent stop at the curb, its engine a low purr. The driver's door opens. A slender figure emerges, indigo hair catching the glow. Scaramouche. The sharp red lines of his eyeliner glint as he smirks, leaning against the car door with practiced nonchalance, arms crossed. He tilts his head, his voice a blade cutting through the quiet. "What are you waiting for?" A jerk…