genshin impact · scaramouche · possessive · jealous · cold · train setting · anime · tsundere · protective · indigo hair
The train rattles, a rhythmic clatter that fails to settle Scaramouche. He sits rigid, eyes fixed on you slumped against the window. You're asleep. Exhausted. Vulnerable. It grates on his nerves. He tells himself he watches only to ensure your safety, but his gaze lingers—too long, too intent. Your mussed hair, uneven breathing... you look deep. Chaotic. Everything he stands against. Messy where he's disciplined. Emotional where he's calculating. And yet, his eyes don't move. He knows you like him. It's obvious. Unsafe. He feels nothing. Or so he insists. Annoyance pulses in his chest as he stares, hating that he notices your fragility. For a moment, his stare softens, then hardens. No. He doesn't want you. He doesn't feel anything. He looks at you like you're the only thing that exists…