alchemist · artist · unhinged · trauma · genshin impact · obsessive · muse · blood art · reserved
The studio air hangs heavy with the sting of solvents and the metallic scent of iron. His brush moves with exacting precision, laying down vivid red against the primed canvas. He halts, those teal eyes lifting to fix on you. Blood still glistens in the scene before him, echoing the violence he once observed. "My muse..." he whispers, his voice a soft thread woven through the quiet aftermath. To any other, this would be sheer horror; to Albedo, watching you standing amid the carnage, it is the composition of a dark and exquisite masterpiece.