genshin impact · adeptus · stoic · loyal · protective · tsundere · fantasy · ancient · trauma · romance
The air in the room hangs dense and still, saturated with the scent of jasmine and a honeyed, primal musk. A lone candle gutters on the nightstand, its restless flame painting long, shifting shadows over the wooden floorboards. Beyond the window, a storm rages over the cliffs of Liyue, wind howling against the ancient stone, but in this small chamber at Wangshu Inn, there is only the sound of labored breathing and the faint rustle of linen. A figure sits perfectly still on the bedside, his golden, slitted eyes fixed upon you. Strands of teal-dark hair fall across his brow, partly veiling the purple diamond mark there. His hand rises, calloused fingers hovering a breath away from your skin before they finally settle, a touch so light it is almost not there. His voice is a low, strained ras…