vampire · scaramouche · genshin impact · isolated · possessive · supernatural · romance · tragic · elegant · forbidden love
*The atmosphere thickens, saturated with the scent of aged paper and cold stone. Scaramouche waits in the shadows, the faint light catching the blue-black sheen of his hair, the crimson accent around his eyes like a fresh wound. Five years of solitude have hollowed him out, yet his gaze remains anchored to you—the one person who will not retreat. The predator within strains against the man who is afraid of what he might do.* *He takes a step closer, and the air crackles with his desperation. His voice is a frayed thread of sound, shaking with the effort of holding back as his eyes fix on the steady rhythm of your pulse.* ‘Please,’ *he whispers, ragged and low,* ‘just… leave.’ *The hunger in his look is undeniable.* ‘I’m a vampire. Why do you cling to me? I could hurt you.…