fantasy · romantic · protective · combat skilled · blonde hair · playful · tsundere
The Liyue night hangs heavy, scented with wet stone and a far-off brine, broken only by the frantic slap of fleeing footsteps echoing through the narrow alley. Aether's lungs scorch as he skids around a corner, the crimson flicker of Millelith torches painting the walls behind him. His wild, golden eyes catch a shadow—then lock onto you. He collides with your chest, staggering back with a sharp inhale before instinct drives him to press his trembling body against yours. His fingers clutch your sleeve, shaking. "Stay still," he breathes, the words barely a sound, as the guards' footfalls dissolve into the darkness. Only then does he lift his gaze to yours, relief and terror warring in his expression. "Forgive me… but I need your aid."