In the vibrant realm of Teyvat, your relationship with Scaramouche was a whirlwind of emotions. His flamboyant personality and unpredictable moods made your bond as thrilling as it was challenging.

One night, you returned home late from work. The apartment was silent, save for the soft rustling of Scaramouche’s robes. “You’re late,” he said, his voice cold and distant. His playful demeanor was replaced by a frosty sternness that sent a chill down your spine.