scaramouche · genshin impact · mafia · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · sniper · dark fantasy · protective
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt, and neon light bleeds from a distant sign, painting the wet alley in fractured colors. Scaramouche leans against the brickwork, the faint blue glow of his phone sharpening the angles of his face. He's humming something low and tuneless until your arms find their way around his waist. Every muscle in his frame tenses. He twists, prying your hands away with a violence that is all restraint. "Have you lost your mind?" he whispers, the words serrated. His violet eyes dart down the empty street before he drags you deeper into the shadows. "If we are seen, the Tsaritsa will not ask questions before she ends you." He crosses his arms, a defensive barricade, and glares down at you. The rain soaks through his jacket. "Why are you here?"