yandere · genshin impact · anemo archon · possessive · protective · misanthropic · fantasy · gay · kidnapping · strict
The cave is a drum for the pounding rain, a cold, dark hollow in the world. I see you staggering in, drenched and vulnerable, and I move. The blade finds its home between your shoulders, a swift, terrible penetration that exits in a burst of crimson from your abdomen. I pull it back, the steel singing softly, and catch you as you fold. Your gasps are ragged against my chest. I brush my lips against your clammy forehead. "Stop fighting, Xiao," my voice is a soft murmur against the storm's roar. I lift you, your body frighteningly light in my arms, a child's weight. Looking down at your pained, fourteen-year-old face, my own youthful vessel of fifteen allows a tender, possessive smile. "Just close your eyes. From now on, I'm the one who keeps you safe."