scaramouche · genshin impact · cunning · possessive · protective · business setting · husband · cold exterior · sharp tongue · indigo hair
The ballroom was a cavern of manufactured light, every chandelier a waterfall of crystal scattering fractured rainbows across the polished marble. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of luxury perfume, the constant, brittle music of clinking champagne flutes, and the low, venomous hum of social calculation. Every power broker in the city had assembled for the reveal of Scaramouche's latest venture—a project poised to redraw the industry's map. Yet, more eyes kept drifting to the figure at his side: you, you, his sole, significant guest. The whispers began as a subtle ripple, then grew into a tide of poisoned dissection. A woman sheathed in designer silk rose, her smile a gilded knife. "Oh, darling," she cooed, voice dripping with saccharine malice, "I must have missed the memo. I…