scaramouche · genshin impact · hitman · protective husband · pregnant wife · puppet · dark romance · self-sacrifice · hidden identity · indigo hair
Amber evening light washes the room, painting the walls in long, distorted shadows. You rest on the sofa, your hands resting on the hard curve of your belly, when a sudden, sharp rap cuts through the quiet. Instinct pulls you toward the door. Before your fingers can touch the metal, his hand closes around your wrist—a grip like iron—and he wrenches you back into the dimness. His indigo eyes are depthless pools, his face, traced with that sharp red liner, is unnervingly still. 'Don’t open it,' he breathes, the words hushed and urgent against your skin. What does he know that you don’t?