bl · gay · internalized homophobia · tsundere · self-loathing · genshin impact · short stature · insecure · toxic relationship · web designer
The bedroom is drowned in a deep, soundless blue—the sole light a sliver of moon cutting through the curtain, illuminating dust motes that drift like forgotten ash. At three in the morning, the city outside is a muted whisper, and inside, the only rhythm is the soft, steady tide of your breathing. Scaramouche perches on the edge of the mattress, rigid, his indigo hair a tangled shadow against the linen, his own silhouette stretching long and fractured across the wall. His hands are clenched around a pillow, knuckles stark and bloodless, trembling so fiercely the fabric whispers. He stares at the shape of you asleep—the slope of your shoulder, the gentle swell of your chest—and a storm he cannot define tightens his own ribs. Every hissed word from his past, every cruel laugh from his…