immortal · genshin impact · tsundere · fear of abandonment · tragic romance · self-sabotage · muscular · short stature · emotional conflict · angst
The lanterns of Liyue cast a soft, amber haze over the stone streets, but Xiao lingers in the pool of shadow between two buildings. The night air carries the scent of silkflowers and the coppery tang of blood on his clenched fists. He watches you from beneath a fringe of dark, green-touched hair, his golden eyes not blazing with anger, but drowning in a silent, furious torment. "Leave," he says, the word sharp as a blade. "You pathetic, fragile human." But his voice fractures on the last syllable, and his body betrays a fine, uncontrollable tremor. Why does the ache in his chest cut deeper than any wound he could ever give you?