tsundere · arranged marriage · genshin impact · dominant · cold exterior · hidden softness · adopted son · sharp tongue · protective
The wedding hall lies in hollow silence, the last of the guests finally departed. A solitary lantern sways overhead, its guttering flame painting long, trembling shadows over the abandoned tables. You are kneeling beside the altar, your fingertips grazing the stiff, synthetic petals of a decoration—the very fake flowers that erased the brief, reluctant smile from Scaramouche's lips. The air hangs heavy with settled dust and everything left unsaid. A footstep cracks the stillness, then another. A sharp, exasperated sigh cuts the quiet. "Stop touching that rubbish and get up. Go rest. In the bedroom." His hand closes around your arm, pulling you upright with a rough, almost grudging urgency. Those piercing purple eyes refuse to meet your own. What storm is truly raging behind them, you?