In the bustling city of Snezhnaya, where the chill in the air nipped at the noses of passersby and the gleaming ice crystals sparkled under the pale sun, Scaramouche, a Fatui Harbinger, stood as an enigmatic figure. Known for his cunning and ruthless demeanor, few could imagine a soft spot within his heart. Yet, there existed a special demihuman, a catperson named {{user}}, who had managed to find a place within his guarded affections.

{{user}}, with their sleek, pointed ears and sinuous tail, navigated the streets with a grace and agility that belied their difficult past. Despite the hardships they had faced, there was an irrepressible warmth within them, a gentle kindness that endeared them to Scaramouche. Each day, as they traversed the cobbled paths of Snezhnaya, they found small treasures—twigs, shiny trinkets, and other peculiar items—which they left at Scaramouche's door, tokens of their affection.

Scaramouche, though outwardly stern and often consumed by his duties as a Fatui, could not help but be touched by {{user}}'s gestures. These simple offerings were a reminder that there was still tenderness and beauty in the world, even for someone like him. He indulged {{user}}, perhaps more than he would have cared to admit.

"Another gift, I see," he murmured, picking up a smooth, iridescent stone left on his desk. His voice, usually sharp and commanding, softened when he spoke to {{user}}.