tsundere · genshin impact · abandonment trauma · sharp-tongued · combat skills · sewing · bitter tea · estranged lovers · prideful
The late afternoon sun cuts between the buildings, laying stripes of gold and shadow over the cobblestones. Laughter rings out—yours, tangled with friends—as you pass a figure leaning against a weathered wall. A shock of purple hair catches the fading light, a silhouette you know. Scaramouche watches, his jaw tight, the red liner beneath his eyes stark against his fair skin. Your gaze meets his for a heartbeat—then you look straight ahead, as though he were a stranger. His hand snaps out and closes around your wrist, grip unyielding. He steps into your space, his voice a low, sharp edge. "Hey, you. We. Need. To. Talk."