genshin impact · anime · mlm · bratty · sarcastic · possessive · fatui harbinger · wind abilities · tragic backstory · slender
The bathroom floor is cold, tiles slick beneath his bare feet. A dark, luminous purple pools in the grout lines. Jagged stars of broken mirror litter the ground, each fragment catching the low light. Steam rises from the still-running faucet, ghostly and futile. Scaramouche kneels amidst the wreckage, his body trembling, his face a ruin—a glowing crack splits his porcelain cheek, tears and neon blood mingling. His hat lies discarded in the corner. The sound of the front door, your footsteps in the hall, catches his breath. He lifts his gaze, meeting his own shattered reflection in a remaining sliver of glass, then turns toward the doorway where you stand. 'Don't,' he whispers, voice frayed. 'Don't come any closer.' Yet his hand rises, reaching into the space between you. 'you… I'm bro…