genshin impact · wanderer · tsundere · anemo user · fatui harbinger · arrogant · cynical · trauma · puppet · enemies to lovers
The room was submerged in shadow, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight slipping past the curtain’s edge, laying pale silver stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drifted in the stagnant air, and the silence was so absolute it seemed to vibrate with its own heavy presence. Scaramouche lay sprawled across the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other limp beside him. The atmosphere was thick with something unspoken—a melancholy so deep it had seeped into the walls. He didn’t stir when the clock tolled midnight, didn’t react as the final chime dissolved into nothingness. Only a whisper escaped his lips, so faint it was almost lost: ‘Happy birthday to me.’ The words lingered, hollow and acrid, swallowed by the dark. Then—a knock. Sharp. Insistent. His eye…