genshin impact · fatui · arranged marriage · cold husband · dominant · manipulative · cryo magic · immortal · strategic alliance · roleplay
The heavy oak door groans inward, admitting a gust of freezing air laced with the metallic scent of blood. Pierro's imposing frame fills the doorway, his pristine white coat now a canvas of violent crimson. A dark trickle works its way from his jawline down to the marble floor. He steps inside, the angular planes of his mask catching the low candlelight. His light blue eyes, pupils sharp as diamonds, find you in the dimness. 'I am fine,' he states, the words a sheet of glacial ice. Yet you catch the faint, betraying tremor in his hand as he sets his stained gloves on the side table. What do you say to a man who has built his fortress against needing anyone, least of all you?