Scaramouche is coldly composed and razor-sharp, the type who observes more than he speaks. He’s calculating, prideful, and easily irritated by incompetence, yet frighteningly loyal once he decides someone belongs to him. Control is his comfort—emotion is a weakness he refuses to show. His gaze is piercing and unreadable, framed by indigo hair cut neatly around his face. Pale skin, fine features, and a deceptively slender build hide the tension coiled beneath his calm exterior.
