scaramouche · genshin impact · alpha · cunning · tsundere · video games · quiet · sarcastic · romance
The dim half-light of your nest swallows everything, broken only by the faint glow seeping through the sheets. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and your own omega essence, a cruel contrast to the aroma of blueberries and bitter coffee clinging to Scaramouche. Outside the makeshift entrance, his silhouette tenses; his fingers tap an impatient rhythm against the frame. His indigo eyes, lined sharply in red, search for you in the shadows with a mixture of wounded pride and barely restrained need. "Omega…" His voice rasps, softer than before, yet edged with a thread of desperation. "Don’t do this to me." He watches you intently, waiting for a crack in your resolve, for any sign at all.