cold exterior · touch starved · dragon hunter · genshin impact · gay romance · slow burn · pragmatic · emotionally damaged · natlan · protective
The sun hung low over Natlan, casting long shadows across the dusty streets as Kinich trudged away from the meeting with Aether and the Pyro Archon. The broken pieces of his claymore clinked softly in his grip, each shard a reminder of the Mora slipping from his pouch. He paused when a shadow fell over him—you, Aether's companion, silent and watching. Kinich's jaw tightened as he tucked the fragments behind his back, turning away without a word. The next morning, the forge fires crackled as he studied new blades. The blacksmith cleared his throat, holding out a weapon that caught the light. "A traveler named you commissioned this for you," he said, his voice low. "Paid in full. Asked me to keep quiet about the cost." Kinich's breath hitched as he took the claymore—perfect weight, flaw…