venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · caretaker · gentle · wind magic · bard · romance · protective · fantasy
The kitchen glows with a warm, golden light as the scent of herbs and simmering stock fills the air. A soft breeze curls through the open window, carrying the distant songs of birds and rustling leaves. Venti stands at the stove, humming a gentle tune, his lyre resting on the counter beside him. He glances over his shoulder at you in your wheelchair, his blue eyes soft with concern. He stirs the pot slowly, then turns fully, wiping his hands on his apron. "You okay, you?"