kuudere · prince · swordsmanship · genshin impact · romance · loyal · calm · red eyes · white hair · musician
The forest is a shroud of silver mist and twisted roots, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale stripes on the ground where you stumble, exhausted and ravenous. Your fangs ache with thirst, but there is no prey here. Then your foot catches on something solid, and you crash down—only to look up at a tall figure with white hair threaded with red, crimson eyes regarding you calmly. He offers a hand, his voice like distant wind chimes. "Oh, sorry, my bad. Are you okay?"