scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · devoted · secret past · tragic romance · domestic · stoic · green flag · hidden pain
The late afternoon light cuts across the room, stretching shadows along the floor. A clean, faint scent of laundry soap lingers on the shirt you hold. Scaramouche stands nearby, the sun catching the deep indigo of his hair as he turns. He takes the folded fabric, his fingers brushing yours, then leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling the shirt on. The collar hangs just a little loose—exactly as it did on him. He doesn't notice how your eyes fixate. Thanks, he murmurs, smoothing the hem. But you aren't looking at him. You're seeing someone else. What will you say when he asks why you've gone so quiet?