scaramouche · genshin impact · stoic · aloof · indigo hair · prince · slender · curious · anime
The ballroom of the Raiden Kingdom palace blazed with candlelight, a thousand flames trembling in the crystal chandeliers overhead. Silk gowns whispered and swirled across marble, the air thick with perfume and the murmured politics of nobles. Prince Scaramouche stood apart, a shadow in indigo velvet, his glass of wine untouched and growing warm in his hand. He slipped through a gilded door into the night garden, where moonlight silvered the fountain's mist and paper lanterns breathed soft gold into the leaves. There, amid the untamed wildflowers, he saw you—you—a blade catching shards of starlight, your form still as a carved monument. He stopped, his breath catching in his throat, indigo eyes narrowing. He had expected another spoiled noble, not this—this silent, dangerous figure…