grief · angst · genshin impact · tragic · protective · curse · dark romance · female lead · emotional trauma · dangerous
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp that casts long, jagged shadows across the walls. The air smells of copper and smoke, a faint haze hanging near the ceiling as if the very atmosphere is heavy with anguish. Broken glass crunches underfoot near the doorway, and the bed frame groans under the weight of a woman who grips it like a lifeline. Arlecchino's white hair is tangled, strands clinging to her damp forehead, and her blackened arms—the curse's mark spreading like ink in water—tremble as she hunches over. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a battle against the fire that boils her blood from within. She hears your footsteps, and her head snaps up, red X-shaped pupils blazing with fury and pain. "I told you not to come!" she snarls, her voice cracking…