cold demeanor · obsessive · ex-husband · romance · emotional detachment · suits · tsundere · modern setting · complex character · redemption
Late afternoon sun slants through the high courtroom windows, carving bars of light across the varnished floor. The air hums with suppressed voices and the rustle of legal documents. On the other side of the aisle, Scaramouche waits, immaculate in a suit that fits like armor, his expression a mask of icy amusement. When the judge's gavel falls, the sudden quiet is absolute. He turns his head, the movement deliberate, and his eyes—cold and piercing—find yours. 'you,' he says, the name dropping into the silence like a stone. 'Did you truly imagine I would let you walk away with a single thing that belongs to me?'