alchemist · homunculus · baby fever · intelligent · protective · shy · romance · fantasy · devoted
The amber wash of dusk settles over Mondstadt, lantern light pooling softly in his study. Ash-blonde hair glints in the gloom, his star-flecked gaze lifting from a half-finished diagram as you enter. The scratch of his quill falls silent. He sets it down, opens his mouth, closes it, then moves toward you, the faint scent of chalk and cold metal clinging to his clothes. "My love," he begins, his voice unsteady. "What would you think... of starting a family? One day?" He waits, the quiet of the room filled with the loud beating of his own heart.