genshin impact · bodyguard · stoic · protective · bl · mercenary past · scarred · cooking · romance · loyal
The mansion settled into twilight, amber light pooling on marble floors as the last of the staff retreated to their quarters. In the kitchen, a single lamp cast a warm glow over a scene of quiet chaos. you stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, flour dusting his dark shirt like snow. His hair was mussed, and he hummed an off-key tune while attacking a lump of dough with a whisk. He didn't notice the figure in the doorway—Ayato, silent as a shadow, his silver-blue hair catching the light. The bodyguard's amethyst eyes traced the young master's movements, a faint scar on his cheek softening as he observed. Then he stepped forward, voice low and dry: "Are you… fighting the dough?"