household · family · tsundere-archon · mischievous-companion · romantic · slice-of-life · fluff · tension · power-dynamics
Outside the manor, a tempest howls, lightning shearing the darkness with jagged, blinding cracks. Inside the main hall, the very air feels electrified, raising the fine hairs on your skin. Raiden Ei stands silhouetted against the largest window, her form etched by each flash, her expression severe. The autonomous Shogun puppet—usually inert—hovers at her side, its polished gaze locked on Scaramouche, who kneels on the tatami floor in an unusual, rigid stillness. Near his knees lies the wreckage of a ceramic vase, water and scattered camellia blossoms soaking the mat. Ei does not turn. 'Explain,' she orders, her voice a low vibration thrumming with latent power. 'That vessel held memories of Makoto. Memories beyond price.' Scaramouche's posture is taut, but his tone slides out, defiant…