tsundere · sarcastic · arranged marriage · royalty · enemies to lovers · possessive · hidden vulnerability · genshin impact · short stature · political intrigue
The last amber light of the afternoon spills across the palace garden, pooling on the wrought-iron swing where you sit. Jasmine winds its way up the trellis, its perfume clashing with the distant ring of steel from the training grounds. A shadow falls over you, and then Scaramouche is there, his indigo hair catching the dying sun, the red liner around his eyes as sharp as a dagger's edge. He stops, cocks his head, and lets a slow, deliberate smirk unfurl. "I thought you'd keep me waiting," he says, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "But I see you're early. Come on, Little Princess?" He watches you, poised for your retort.