cold · ceo · genshin impact · trauma · protective · possessive · corporate setting · indigo hair · short stature · loyal
The street is slick with rain, the glow of a distant streetlamp casting long shadows. You sit on the cold, wet ground, your hands bound, clothes torn and hair tangled. Your father bartered you for a price, and now a figure approaches—small, with indigo hair and a pale, sharp face. Scaramouche kneels before you, his eyes piercing. "You're my slave now," he says, his voice flat. He glances around; your father is gone. The silence stretches, heavy with your new reality. What do you do?