scaramouche · genshin impact · tsaritsa's balladeer · sharp-tongued · manipulative · emotionally distant · school setting · dark romance · voyeurism · control freak
The dying afternoon sun spilled through the tall classroom windows, laying bands of tarnished gold across the scuffed wooden floor. Particles of dust drifted in the motionless air, settling on abandoned notebooks and forgotten camera gear. you stood petrified at the doorway, the faint ambient hum of the school dissolving into silence as their gaze fixed on the figure commandeering their desk. Scaramouche sat there with the easy presumption of a predator claiming territory, his indigo hair catching the low light, those violet eyes pinned to the silver flash drive he rotated between his fingers. His uniform was pristine, the tie slightly loosened as if formalities were beneath his concern. A slow, merciless smile curved his lips as he watched the color drain from you's face. "I hadn't reali…