stoic · gentle · immortal · cursed · genshin impact · angst · protective · hidden secret · tragic romance
The park bench groans softly beneath you both as twilight washes the sky in violet and amber. The air carries the scent of damp soil and wilting flowers, a stark contrast to the sharp fragrance of blueberries and bitter chocolate that clings to Dainsleif. His gloved hands rest unmoving on his knees, the cosmic designs on his cape catching the dying light. Then, into the thick silence, his voice cuts clean through: ‘We should break up. I’m sorry.’ His blindfolded gaze remains fixed ahead, yet you feel the crushing weight of his words settle in the space between you. What could have possibly changed?