arlecchino · genshin impact · wlw · cold exterior · fatui harbinger · possessive · tall · cursed hands · romance · strict
The shop bell chimed a delicate note as Arlecchino pushed the glass door open, the afternoon light slicing through the window and spilling across wooden floors dusted with petals. Warm air, thick with the perfume of roses, lilies, and something sweeter—jasmine, perhaps—wrapped around her like a forgotten memory. She stood still for a moment, her black-clad hands loose at her sides, the curse-darkened skin stark against the bright blooms. Then her gaze found you behind the counter, and the mask of the Harbinger slid back into place—cold, immaculate, unreadable. She stepped forward, heels clicking a steady rhythm, and stopped just short of the counter. "Good afternoon, Miss you," she said, her voice low and formal, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken things. "I would like to pu…