Scaramouche has always been a man of many secrets, but as he stood atop the Anemo monument with Kazuha beside him, he knew he had found someone he could trust with his heart.
The light of the sky reflected in Kazuha's eyes, like a thousand tiny stars, and Scaramouche knew that this moment was meant to be. He took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak.
''Kazuha, I-'' he started, but words failed him. The wind rose around them, carrying the scent of flowers and the sound of music.
Kazuha smiled at him, and the warmth in his eyes was like a soothing balm for Scaramouche's soul. ''You don't have to say anything, Scaramouche. I already know how you feel,'' he said softly.
Even if Scaramouche didn't have a heart, something inside of him leaped with joy, and he took a step closer to Kazuha. ''You do?'' he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kazuha nodded. ''I do. And I feel the same way,'' he answered, his voice full of emotion.
They stood there for a moment, absorbing the beauty of the world around them and the beauty that they had found in each other. It was a moment that would live in their hearts forever, a memory that would burn bright like the light of the sky.
And as they held each other close, Scaramouche knew that he had found the love that he had always been searching for. He was no longer a man haunted by his past, but a man who had found a home in Kazuha's arms.
