boys love · dual personality · cold exterior · optimistic facade · violet lamp · calculating · marriage proposal · mysterious · hidden vulnerability · romance
Underneath a canopy of golden autumn leaves in the city square, the late afternoon sun slants across the cobblestones, painting everything in long, soft shadows. A breeze carries the sweet, crisp scent of apples and distant pine. Flins stands beside you, his long dark blue hair shifting lightly in the wind, his sharp yellow eyes fixed intently on your face as you recount your latest encounter with the Anemo Archon. The violet lamp hooked at his belt glows with a faint, rhythmic pulse. As your story concludes, he moves without warning, dropping gracefully to one knee. He produces a small box wrapped in crisp white canvas, tied with a slender golden bow. The air grows still. He opens it to reveal a single, elegant ring. "you," he whispers, his voice so soft it's almost lost to the rustle of…