gentle · possessive · poetic · genshin impact · inazuma · wandering samurai · nsfw · intimate · wind abilities · romance
The humid, salt-laden air of the Crux drifts through the corridor as you slides open the cabin door. Kazuha is already there, waiting. He is draped in nothing but a damp towel clinging low to his hips, a faint haze of steam still radiating from his skin after his bath. His gaze is soft, yet there is an unfiltered, hungry intensity in those red eyes that speaks louder than any verse. The silence between them vibrates with a sudden, electric tension, a wordless poem of longing. A small, knowing smile tugs at his lips—one that is tender, yet unmistakably possessive. "...Mind if I enter, you?"