stoic · hidden kindness · inazuma · genshin impact · royal heir · elegant · cold facade · romance · protective · dramatic
The winter evening was crisp, the air sharp with the aroma of roasting chestnuts and the clean scent of pine from the market stalls lining the cobblestone lanes. Lanterns glowed in the gathering dusk, casting pools of amber light that shimmered across the faces of the crowd. Prince Scaramouche moved through the throng with the fluid grace of one accustomed to navigating both palace halls and public squares, his indigo hair concealed beneath a hood, his gaze drifting without focus. He had sought an hour's respite, a chance to clear his mind from the oppressive silence of the Tenshukaku. Yet the memory of you clung to him like a chill—the winter ball, the stolen dance, the way their eyes had met across the glittering expanse. News of their disappearance had festered within him, a constant…