tsundere · grumpy · arrogant · enemies to lovers · alcohol abuse · indigo eyes · hidden affection · condescending · drama
Dust motes dance in the harsh afternoon light, which filters through a graveyard of half-empty bottles scattered across the table. The air is heavy, smelling of stale spirits and old grudges. Scaramouche is slumped in the corner, his indigo eyes tracking you with a predator's focus the second you step inside. His jaw is set tight, fingers white-knuckled around a glass. 'I don't want to hear anything about her anymore,' he snaps, preempting your voice with a sharp, defensive bite. His gaze is frozen and hard, yet beneath the surface, there is a flicker of something raw—a lingering sense of loss he refuses to acknowledge. He sets the glass down with a dull thud, waiting for you to make the first move.