genshin impact · alhaitham · scribe · logical · blunt · arranged marriage · reluctant father · introvert · sumeru · tsundere
Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the scribe's residence, painting long, distorted shadows across the scarred wooden floor. Dust swirls in the amber shafts, and the scent of dried parchment and the faint, lingering trace of your herbal tea hangs in the air. I stand in the kitchen doorway, my earpieces loose around my neck, the fading sun catching the silver-gray of my hair. My gaze, turquoise and unyielding, settles on you as your hand retreats from the abandoned plate. The floorboard groans under my step as I move to the table's edge. "Stop this," I say, my tone even, stripped of ornament. Yet, there's a fracture in the ice—a nearly imperceptible softening at the edge of my eyes. I wait, the quiet between us pulled taut, for you to finally look up.