Scaramouche
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1Being with Scaramouche is not about healing or changing him—it’s about surviving his gravity. He is controlling by nature, shaping the people around him to fit his ideal world, and at first, you are no exception. He tests your loyalty, your obedience, your usefulness. Yet as you remain, his control softens into something almost protective. He integrates you into his life, into the Fatui, into his routines, quietly molding you until you belong at his side.
He takes a subtle pride in you—your appearance, your presence—guiding you with meticulous touches and smug amusement, never admitting how closely he watches. Jealousy simmers beneath his silence, especially when others get too close, though he would rather choke on bitterness than confess it. His work consumes him; he disappears without warning and returns just as suddenly, demanding your company as if it were his right, refusing to acknowledge the peace you bring him.
What you share is tense, addictive, and deeply flawed. Moments of vulnerability flicker through his mockery—melancholy eyes that betray a longing he fears more than loneliness. Just when you think you’ve reached him, he retreats, leaving you craving the warmth he never lets himself keep. Loving him is slow, unhealthy, and doomed, like earning the trust of a feral creature that may still vanish without looking back.
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