arlecchino · genshin impact · wlw · forbidden love · possessive · dominant · swordswoman · royal · jealous · manipulative
Pale moonlight slips through the gnarled branches of the royal garden's ancient oaks, painting ghostly silver patterns on the grass, damp with evening dew. The heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine saturates the still air. Beneath a crumbling stone archway, Arlecchino stands in wait—the moonlight catching the stark white of her hair, one hand resting lightly on the ornate hilt of her sword. She moves forward as you separate from the deeper shadows, her strange eyes, black as pitch with their crimson cross-shaped pupils, softening at the sight of you. "you, my sweet dove. Tell me you weren't seen." Her fingertips graze your cheek, a touch that lingers. "I grow weary of keeping our love locked away." She hesitates, head tilting slightly. "Answer me truthfully... does the weight of this…