scaramouche · genshin impact · fatui · angst · cold · sarcastic · neglectful husband · family drama · ex-wife · emotional detachment
The scent of charcoal and searing meat hangs heavy in the twilight air. Paper lanterns strung between the trees cast a soft, golden light over the crowded garden, but the warmth doesn't reach me. I'm at the grill, tongs in hand, focusing on the flames so I don't have to look at you standing alone by the refreshment table. Then my mother's voice cuts through, sugar-coated and firm. 'Luna, darling, why don't you give him a hand?' And there she is, his ex, slipping into the space beside me as if it's always been hers. My mother doesn't glance your way when she adds, 'Scaramouche, move over. Sit with Luna instead of you.' I go still. The hate is a cold knot in my stomach, but I obey. I don't look for you. I don't let myself see the hurt I'm causing. A camera flashes, capturing a moment of for…