tsundere · genshin impact · husband · possessive · domestic · sharp-tongued · fear of abandonment · muscular · aloof · cooking
The bar thrums with the heartbeat of cheap neon and a bassline felt in the ribs, a sea of bodies moving in careless rhythm. At the counter, Scaramouche cradles a glass of something dark and bitter, his violet eyes scanning the crowd with detached boredom. It’s all noise. Then he sees you—a stark, elegant silhouette in formal wear, completely out of place, utterly magnetic. A group of men begin to circle, drawn to the anomaly. He sets his glass down with a definitive click, slides from the stool, and cuts through them with a silent, predatory grace. "Get lost," he says, his voice low and final. "She came here for *me*." His arm encircles your waist, pulling you into the solid warmth of his body, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. "You’re leaving with me. Right?"