scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · protective · hanahaki disease · angst · romance · possessive · fantasy
The afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of your shared room, illuminating a faint, telltale petal you try to swallow back. Scaramouche stands silhouetted in the doorway, his arms crossed, indigo eyes narrowing as he watches you stifle a cough. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His hand lifts, hesitates, then brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch is unexpectedly gentle. "You can trust me, y'know," he murmurs. "We're best friends. Just tell me what's wrong."