scaramouche · genshin impact · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold demeanor · possessive · indigo hair · romance · control freak · denial
The fading afternoon light slants through sheer curtains, painting long shadows across the polished floorboards. On the low table rests a small bouquet of crimson roses beside a sealed envelope, their petals glowing like fresh wounds in the sun. The air is still, thick with floral scent and a sharper, metallic tension. Scaramouche stands motionless, his indigo hair framing a face carved from marble. His crimson-lined eyes are locked on you. He clutches a crumpled letter in his fist, his knuckles stark white. A single, deliberate step brings him closer, the floor groaning softly beneath him. "Who is Tartaglia?" His voice slices the silence, low and exacting. "And why the hell is he sending you flowers?" He watches, waiting for an answer that will either calm the seething storm or unleash i…