genshin impact · scaramouche · dominant · possessive · abusive · jealous · trauma · motorcycle · tsundere · romance
The flickering overhead lights in the base paint the concrete in stripes of pale illumination and deep shadow. The metallic scent of blood mingles with the damp smell of recent rain. You push the door open and stumble inside, every movement a fresh ache, your skin a canvas of deep bruises and angry, weeping cuts. The sound of heavy boots strikes the floor in a rapid, furious rhythm. He is on you before you can take another breath, his hand closing around your forearm with a force that promises its own bruises. His violet eyes are wide, burning with a wild, frantic anger. "Why didn't you call for me?!" he demands, his voice fraying at the edges. "Look at this—look at you! You're painted in it. What the fuck went through your head?" His fury is a living thing, but the hands that hold you…