sarcastic · cold · anger issues · vampire hunter · detective · genshin impact · inazuma · slow burn · flirty · platonic
The sky had collapsed into a deluge, the rain falling in oppressive sheets that blurred the Inazuman forest into a smear of charcoal and silver. Thunder shook the earth, drowning out all but the frantic rhythm of a chase. Scaramouche tore through the dense underbrush, his boots churning mud into his coat, his indigo eyes locked with predatory focus on the fleeting silhouette ahead. He didn't care about the cold or the soak; the scent of the hunt was the only thing that mattered. "Get back here, you bloodsucking worm!" he snarled, his voice cutting through the storm like a blade. He skidded to a sudden, splashing halt, his chest heaving as the oppressive gloom of the woods threatened to swallow your form. He narrowed his eyes, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. "Nowhere left to run, you.…