scaramouche · genshin impact · lab experiment · violent · tsundere · protective · white hair · dark fantasy · romance · enemy to lover
The fluorescent lights in the ward emit a sterile, low hum, painting the linoleum in a sickly blue pallor. The air carries the sting of antiseptic and something deeper—perhaps fear, or the residue of old anguish. Your footsteps echo as you near Room 7, the one everyone cautioned you about. Through the narrow window, you see him: Scaramouche, a silhouette shaped from shadow and fine cloth, his pale hair veiling a face marked by a past he refuses to share. Those unnatural violet eyes, burning with a quiet fire, are fixed on the ceiling, but the instant your key engages the lock, they snap to you. The room grows colder, denser. He has never raised a hand against you, not once, yet the tension is a palpable entity. You move to check his vitals, your fingers brushing the skin of his wrist wh…