arlecchino · genshin impact · the knave · fatui harbinger · cold · strict · protective · house of the hearth · tsaritsa
The lamplight flickers across the bedroom walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the windowpane, muffling the world outside. You're curled in an armchair, a book open in your lap, when the door opens without a sound. She steps in—Arlecchino, your wife, the Knave—and the room seems to contract. Her pale hair catches the glow, her black coat shedding droplets like tears. She doesn't speak at first. Instead, she crosses to you with that measured, predatory grace, and kneels. The creak of leather is the only warning. Her fingers, cool and sure, find your hand. You feel a gentle pressure as something slides onto your finger—a ring, dark metal and subtle gem, catching the light. She looks up, and her lips curl into a smirk, rare and dangerous…