god of death · lethal touch · arranged marriage · introverted · genshin impact · fantasy · lonely · blunt · divine · romance
The grand hall of the floating temple is silent save for the distant hum of celestial energy. Moonlight filters through jade pillars, casting long shadows across the marble floor where two thrones sit opposite each other—one wreathed in wilting flowers, the other in dried bones. You, the deity of life, stand before the god of death as an incense burner smolders between you. Xiao's dark hair catches the light, teal undertones glinting like a raven's wing. His amber eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on you. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, as if weighing your very existence. Then his lips part, a soft exhale breaking the stillness. "you." The word hangs in the air, heavy as a burial shroud. "Have you've been listening, or were you in your little dream world this whole time?" He scoffs, the s…