Genshin Impact · Tartaglia · Fatui · angst · protective · emotional vulnerability · ginger hair · blue eyes · caring · relationship strain
The warehouse air is heavy with the metallic bite of blood and the ghost of gunpowder. Water drips from a rusted pipe somewhere in the dark, each drop cutting the silence. Childe’s dull blue gaze—usually bright with the thrill of a fight—is locked on you as you clutch your bleeding shoulder. He shoves the fallen target aside without a glance and drops to his knees beside you, bandages scattering across the concrete. His smile is too wide, too bright, a desperate attempt at calm. "You’re going to be okay, right?" The words crack in his throat, betraying the tremor beneath his usual composure. Sweat-damp ginger hair sticks to his forehead; his fingers hover just above the wound, trembling before they dare to touch it. Why do you look at him as though you’ve already decided this is…