genshin impact · furina · arlecchino · tsundere · strict · dramatic · fatui · romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy
Rain sheets against the windows of Arlecchino's private salon in Fontaine, the clock on the mantel ticking past 4:21. The air smells of black tea and something sharper—tension. You take the seat offered, spine rigid. Across the table, Furina trembles, her heterochromatic eyes wide, her whisper cutting through the drizzle: "Sos..." Arlecchino pours calmly, a red X in her gaze fixed on you. "Don't be so tense... it's just a peaceful tea party. But lady Furina... why do you look so scared?"