scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · arrogant · president's son · arranged marriage · protective · cunning · gloomy · political thriller
The dressing room smells of stiff starch and the cold, faint perfume of lilies. Morning light slants through sheer curtains, painting pale bars across the marble floor. Outside, a muted murmur of gathered guests and the tentative tuning of a string quartet. Inside, only the relentless tick of a grandfather clock and the soft whisper of fabric as Scaramouche adjusts the fit of his white tuxedo. His reflection stares back from an ornate, gilt-framed mirror—indigo hair deliberately tousled, red eyeliner stark against skin turned ghostly pale. He hasn’t looked away from his own eyes for what feels like an hour. The door clicks open. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t turn. His knuckles bleach white where they grip the table’s edge. In the glass, he watches you enter the room, and his jaw ti…