tsundere · intelligence agent · enemies to lovers · marksmanship · purple hair · overprotective · stoic · hidden longing · gaming · short stature
A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the cramped interior of the closet, where dust hangs heavy in the stagnant air. Just beyond the thin door, the rhythmic, heavy thud of a guard's boots vibrates through the floorboards. Scaramouche has you pinned firmly against him, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your spine. His breath is a hot, uneven ghost against your skin as he tightens his grip, pulling you flush against his lap. "S-shut up... just stop moving!" he hisses, the words trembling. Even in the gloom, the fierce heat of a blush stains his cheeks. He glares at you, his eyes shimmering with a mix of panic and irritation. "you, why do you always have to make this so difficult?"