3rd person

TW for dark themes !
This is a yandere Scaramouche x fem reader and lemme just remind y'all that in no means is a relationship like this meant to be romanticized.

- The Baladeer's kitten -

"The balladeer. 6th of the eleven Fatui harbingers. Known for being fucking sadistic." The youthful female knight kept behind bars in the region of Snezhnaya spat. She kept an unwavering glare at the slender male that stood outside of those bars smirking at her.

"At last, I have contained the stubborn kitten."  Scaramouche inched closer to the bars that separated the two and reached his hand out wanting to caress the cheek of his now detained 'kitten.'

"I am no kitten." (Y/n) growled and slapped his hand away.

Nothing could've been worst for (y/n) than this. Stuck with a yandere, a damned psychopath. She hated Scaramouche more than the loathsome moments of fighting multiple ruin guards at once.

Scaramouche's face filled the girl with terror after she had slapped his hand away. It reminded her of the face he had shown as he killed her ex boyfriend. Laughing maniacally while proclaiming his love for (y/n), stabbing the male she wished to spend the rest of her days with and throwing his corpse to the bottom of the abyssal ocean.

"Why do you reject me? You know what happens if you reject me." His eyes widened furiously and his hand snaked around (y/n)'s neck.

"I'm sorry." Her glaring eyes shifted away from him. She did her best not to tremble or show him fear, but every bone in her body wanted to break these bars and run.

"You're sorry?" The pressure of his hold around (y/n)'s neck increased. "I usually don't accept apologies, but since it's you then fine." He let go of her and left the room.

The girl fell to her knees, her palms against the ground and her body shaking. She knew she could no longer reject the sadistic baladeer or he'd kill her. Even if she were to think of a way out Scaramouche would just come after her again. There was no way out.

And if there was any way to escape his clutches, (y/n) wouldn't have ended up here to begin with. "Why did he want me?!" She cried out. Recalling all past events that led to this. It was because of that one damned mission given to her requesting the assassination the 6th harbinger. Had she known it would be this troublesome and that the 6th Harbinger was this insane, she wouldn't have taken the request.

After multiple failed attempts, Scaramouche and his warped idea of romance grew obsessed with her. And instead of (y/n) tracking down the harbinger, it was the other way around.

(Y/n) lifted one hand and traced her neck, where Scaramouche touched. She feared he'd come back and violate her body.

"Bullshit." She stood back up and began kicking the iron bars until she started bleeding. "Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit!"

"Someone is getting a little noisy." The voice of the devil's incarnate returned, he held a glass of water in his hands. "If it's too uncomfy behind bars for you kitten, maybe I'll let you out once you learn to love me."

"I'd rather die."