zhongli · genshin impact · dragon · mating season · ancient god · calm exterior · primal urges · possessive · supernatural · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the wooden lattice, casting long shadows across the room's classic interior. Dust motes dance in the golden light, but the air is thick, heavy with an oppressive heat that clings to the skin. On the bed, the Geo Archon lies undone—his shirt open, buttons abandoned, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. His chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven breaths. As the familiar scent reaches him, his eyes flutter open, unfocused. "you..." he whispers, the name a hoarse plea pulled from deep within.