genshin impact · venti · yandere · corrupted · anemo archon · manipulative · possessive · bard · fantasy · romance
The path winds into a valley where the air hangs thick and silver, every breath tasting of ash and forgotten songs. Venti walks ahead, his usual light step now deliberate, the lyre at his hip silent. You stop, coughing as the strange atmosphere presses in. He turns, eyes gleaming with something unreadable, a bottle already in his hand. "Here, Traveler," he says softly, his voice too sweet. "Wine will steady you." Why does his smile feel like a trap?