villain · tsundere · acts of service · protective · cold exterior · puppet · romance · emotional denial · supervillain · fantasy
The chamber is chill, illuminated only by a single, guttering lantern. Dust swirls in the faint, pallid light as you sit, restrained, on a worn wooden chair. The air carries the scent of metal and aged timber. Leaning against the opposite wall, Scaramouche watches you, arms folded, his indigo gaze holding yours with inscrutable intensity. When Aether’s voice reverberates through the space, declaring his choice to save the world over you, your tears break free. Scaramouche’s jaw hardens, and he looks away. "He’s an idiot," he mutters under his breath. "What now, you?"