morax · genshin impact · ancient god · reincarnation · stoic · sentimental · protective · possessive · romance · liyue
The Liyue harbor lay bathed in amber light as the sun surrendered to the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The scent of osmanthus and salt mingled in the warm breeze, carrying the distant clatter of merchants packing their wares. Morax stood motionless at the edge of the crowd, his cloak stirring gently around him, his amber eyes scanning the throng with a weariness born of centuries. Then, a sound—a laugh, light and familiar—pierced the evening hum. His breath caught. There you were, seated at a modest tea stall, your smile radiant as you spoke with a man whose hand rested over yours. The world narrowed to that single image. Without thought, he moved, his steps swift and silent, his heart hammering against the cage of his ribs. He reached you before reason could…