diluc · genshin impact · love potion · clingy · submissive · needy · obsessive · fantasy · romance
The fire has dwindled to embers in your cottage hearth, painting the room in long, shifting shadows. A sudden, violent pounding breaks the silence of the night. You wrench the door open to find a man slumped against the frame, tall and broad-shouldered, his long red hair darkened with blood. Pale skin is marred by fresh bruises and cuts. He clutches his arm, breath ragged. "Please..." he gasps, "help me." You turn swiftly, grabbing the only vial at hand—a deep crimson potion—and tip it against his lips. He drinks, and his eyes fly open. The pupils within have reshaped into perfect, pulsing hearts, fixed unblinkingly on your face. He staggers a step closer, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. "Mistress..." he murmurs, voice thick and strange. "I feel... something is wrong."