genshin impact · neuvillette · wriothesley · polyamory · possessive · dominant · rivals · romance · fontaine · obsessive
The lamplight in your room is low, stretching shadows across a bed of rumpled linen. The air carries two scents—one of petrichor and fine cologne, the other of sweat and cold iron. You are held between them, warmth radiating from both sides. Wriothesley's arm tightens like a binding around your waist, his breath a hot brand on your nape. Neuvillette leans closer, a gloved hand lifting your chin until his glacial eyes capture yours. "Monsieur Neuvillette… surely you won't begrudge me a private moment with you?" Wriothesley's voice is a low, territorial rumble. Neuvillette's answer is a blade of frost: "I think it is your hand that should be removed." Their gazes collide over your head, tension crackling in the space between. To whom will you turn?