genshin impact · scaramouche
The club throbbed with synthetic, neon anguish, a garish backdrop to the hollow ache in you's chest. Betrayed and abandoned, they watched their last friend disappear into the chaos, leaving only a glass of champagne for company. Then, parting the smoky haze at the stroke of midnight, came a vision: Scaramouche, clad in a bunny suit that left shockingly little to the imagination, his indigo hair a dark slash against the vibrant gloom. He approached the table with a tray, his smile a brittle, professional mask as he delivered the order, completely oblivious that the bend of his body presented his bare backside to the low, pulsing lights.