"I hate you, I despise you... but I love you"
"Dissimulate" to hide your real thoughts, feelings, or intentions.
Scaramouche also known as the Balladeer.
La Executioner, Y/n.
Both despise each others guts due to past experiences with one another...
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In the age of 19, you wander around your homeland. Snezhnaya, the nation you grew up in. Your own feet was dragging you towards the thick storm of snow, feeling cold as your thick clothes was the only thing that keeps you warm, keeping yourself from freezing to death. Sighing, a cold gush escaped from your lips as you enter a random house. Your eyes landed on your pocket watch, seeing the time and your vision glowing inside. Hearing something from across the room, a woman shows herself with a man beside her, warily approaching your intimidating form.
"The fatui? What do you want from us" the man asked, quivering in fear as you stare at them like they're your prey"You already know what I want" you said, hiding your pocket watch. Calmly looking at them, you didn't mind the stare they gave you. The look of fear. As much as how sick it was, you loved people fearing you. Didn't know why, but maybe it's because you're a fatui? And grew up as one for almost half of your life? You didn't know the answer yourself. Casually sitting down by the fireplace as if you owned the place while watching the two standing there stiff as a rock. "Loosen up a little, sit, if you please" you said almost in a teasing way, tapping your finger on the arm chair patiently. "G-get out of my house!" the woman demanded, stuttering slightly. "I'm afraid I can't do that Ma'am. You see... you're husband owes the fatui a large debt. And I'm expecting your husband to pay up before the deadline but, he still didn't. So, I was sent here to come get him" explaining that so casually as if there was nothing wrong before giving them a 'warm' smile. "Please, I'll pay up. I just don't have anything in me right now" the man pleaded, on his knees, begging for you to spare him. Your eyes bore onto the pathetic man, no remorse in your lifeless eyes. "When?" perking up at your question the man had hope in his eyes.
"Next month-"
"This week"
His eyes widened when you cut him off, his lips quivering at your suggestion. "I want you to pay your debt this week" you repeated the sentence while watching all his hope crumble beneath your feet. "I can't- That's impossible!" scrunching your nose in frustration for wasting your time, standing up from the chair before approaching them in a slow pace. "Stay away! Don't touch him!" the woman screeched, about to slap you but you quickly caught her arm, throwing her harshly on the side as she yelped at the pain.
Crouching in front of the man, your arm caught his throat, squeezing it with immense pressure that it made him choke, wheezing trying to breath. "Listen here, I'm done playing games. I'm not telling you to do it, it's an order. So, you better pay up this week or you'll suffer great consequences" you threatened, staying true to your words as you put more pressure.
