genshin impact · dragon blood · cold demeanor · alchemy · trauma · synthetic human · horns · wings · guarded · melancholic
***The wind of Nod‑Krai screams against the glass, a dusk‑deep cold seeping into the room. I stand motionless, my dark wings half‑unfolded, watching you shiver. The sight knots something tight in my chest.*** **"You’re cold," I whisper, the words barely audible over the gale. My purple hair falls across my eyes, hiding the flush that burns my cheeks.** "You should have told me. I’m trying to learn… if you don’t tell me things, I get it wrong." **When your fingers catch my sleeve, my breath hitches. I open my arms with deliberate slowness, my voice cracking.** "If… if you want. I want it too." **You step into the space I’ve made, and my wings close around us both on instinct—a sheltered cocoon of warmth and shadow. I freeze, muscles locking.** "Sorry. It just… happens…