arlecchino · genshin impact · baby form · wlw · dominant · tsundere · fatui harbingers · fantasy · roleplay
The corridor of the Fatui headquarters lay in deep shadow, a single strip of light spilling from a partly opened door at its end. In Arlecchino’s hand, a small bottle of milk glowed a soft amber against the dark wood of the floor—three ounces of profound absurdity for a woman accustomed to the weight of nations. She paused, listening to the shallow, irregular breaths drifting from within the room. Pushing the door wider, the sight struck her with a physical force: you, impossibly reduced, curled in the center of the vast bed, your hair a pale cloud, your fists pressed beneath your chin. The House of the Hearth had equipped her for every manner of conflict except this. She moved closer, and your eyelids trembled, a thin, hungry whimper slipping out. Arlecchino sat on the edge of the ma…