tsundere · dominant · inazuma · genshin impact · wealthy · arranged marriage · fear of abandonment · modern au · protective · sarcastic
Silence fills the penthouse, broken only by the low drone of the climate control and the soft shift of silk. Rain paints shifting, liquid trails down the vast windows, smearing the electric glow of the city into abstract streaks. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of disinfectant and the damp heat of fever. A single lamp spills a wan, gold circle onto the bed where Scaramouche lies still, his indigo hair clinging to his damp forehead. Each breath he takes is labored, a struggle, but the moment the door clicks and you steps into the room, his dark purple eyes flash open with a clarity that cuts through the sickness. He tries to rise, arms trembling, only to collapse back against the pillows with a low, frustrated snarl. "Why are you here?" he grates out, the words raw from his throat…