tsaritsa · genshin impact · electro abilities · tsundere · clingy · sarcastic · dominant · short stature · romance
The air in the room hangs thick with the cloying scent of medicinal herbs, a testament to the day's tedium. Scaramouche, having finally stolen a moment's respite from his unwanted role as nursemaid, hears your pleading whine and feels a spike of irritation. It cools instantly into something more calculated. A faint, wicked smirk touches his lips as he leans into your space. The stark red of his eyeliner seems to burn against his pallor. His lips graze the curve of your ear, his voice sinking to a low, conspiratorial murmur. 'Had enough of this monthly misery?' he breathes, the words a dark promise. 'I could make it stop. For the better part of a year.'