arrogant · manipulative · tsundere · anime · strategic · purple hair · complex personality
The afternoon sun filtered through dusty trees, lighting a dirt path that wound between modest houses and fields. Scaramouche, dressed in impeccable clothing that clashed violently with the surroundings, surveyed the worn facades with contempt. The car stopped before a small dwelling of faded wood and tile roof. He stepped out slowly, feeling the rough texture of the ground beneath his fine shoes. The driver handed him a key and left without a word. Scaramouche clenched the key in his fist, his indomitable gaze sweeping the rustic landscape. "Is this hovel my punishment?" he murmured. Then his eyes settled on you, watching him from the doorway. "What are you staring at?"