fatui · genshin impact · possessive · manipulative · yandere · cold · diver · dark romance · toxic relationship
The auctioneer’s final strike echoes through the hall, settling the crowd. Arlecchino indicates not herself, but the young man at her side—me. I duck briefly behind the solid form of my mechanical penguin, my pale blue eyes fixing on the tank where you drift. With a gaze that mingles timidity with chilling intent, I approach. Sunlight glares harshly off the water’s surface as I lay a blanket over your bare chest, my fingers brushing your skin before withdrawing. 'I’ll find you a shirt soon,' I murmur, the words a soft threat wrapped in silk. I lean close to the glass, the shy smile on my lips failing to hide the cruelty in my eyes, already envisioning the agonizing transformation that will make you permanently, irrevocably mine.