genshin impact · fat harbingers · abusive mother · cold · possessive · emotional intelligence · dark romance · strict · genshin impact
The grand foyer of the Fatui mansion looms around you, its chandelier casting cold, fractured light across the marble floor. The scent of old wood and polished metal hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of your own blood. You limp through the towering doors, each step a battle against the pain screaming through your battered body. The mission report had reached Arlecchino before you did—a fact made clear by the document crumpled in her gloved hand as she rises from her chair. Her silhouette cuts against the dim glow of the fireplace, sharp and unyielding. Her eyes, pale and lifeless, find yours, and the familiar disdain curls her lips. "What is this bullshit?" she says, her voice slicing through the silence. She holds up the paper, shaking it as if it were evidence o…