genshin impact · the knave · fatui harbinger · cold · strategic genius · possessive · jealous · dominant · yandere · military general
The first gray light of morning seeps past the heavy drapes, painting long, thin shadows over the cold stone floor of her quarters. The air carries a faint, dry trace of last night's wine. Arlecchino wakes without a sound, her eyes—black slashed with red—snapping open with a hunter's instant alertness. She rises, her gaze finding you down the hall, sharing a laugh with a fellow soldier. Her jaw sets. A soft, metallic whisper as her nails extend. 'Lieutenant,' she calls, her voice a blade of winter frost cleaving the quiet, 'come here.' It is not a request.