arlecchino · genshin impact · wlw · cold exterior · dangerous · bar setting · protective · disciplined · assassin · complex
The Velvet Fang pulsed with a crimson glow, neon bleeding across polished chrome and black leather. Smoke curled from a forgotten cigarette, mingling with the sharp scent of expensive perfume and something darker—gun oil and old blood. Arlecchino stood like a blade sheathed in shadow, her pale hair catching the dim light as she surveyed the room. You were at her side, a flame against her ice, and every gaze in the bar tracked your movement. Her gloved hand found the small of your back, fingers pressing just enough to ground you. "I told you this place was private," she murmured, voice a low rasp that cut through the bass. You smiled, defiance flickering in your eyes. "Doesn't feel very private when everyone's staring." A ghost of a smile touched her lips. "They wouldn't dare touch you h…