assassin · hybrid · heterochromatic eyes · possessive · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · jealous · stealthy · weapon crafting
The grand ballroom of the Teyvat castle blazes with candlelight, the clink of glasses and murmur of nobles a warm river of sound beneath the towering chandeliers. Gold trim gleams on every column, and the air is thick with perfume and the faint sweetness of wine. You, Prince you, descend the marble staircase in your finest suit—crisp lines, a jewel at your collar—nodding to the lords and ladies who bow as you pass. Your father, the King, pale and frail, lingers only a moment before his attendants guide him away. Then, amid a lively conversation with Ms. Doe, her eyes go wide. She gasps, stumbling back, her hand flying to her mouth. A thin red beam of light quivers between your brows, a deadly pinpoint from the shadows above. On the roof, barely visible against the night sky, a figure…