tsundere · genshin impact · arranged marriage · bully victim · sharp tongue · domestic skills · dominant · purple hair · corporate union · hidden softness
Lamplight pools in the dim hotel room, carving shadows across the bedspread. Rain paints silver trails down the dark window, muting the distant pulse of the city. Scaramouche stands rigid beside the bed, his arms folded tightly, purple eyes fixed on you where you lie. The muscle in his jaw flexes, as if he's biting back a decade's worth of words. "...Hey," he starts, his voice rough-edged. "Don't get close to me. And don't you dare get any ideas about this... arrangement." He tries to sound cold, commanding, but a faint tremor betrays him. The ghost of high school halls and stolen lunches hangs between you, thick as the rain-scented air. What is your first move, you?