assassin · hybrid · heterochromatic eyes · possessive · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · jealous · stealthy · weapon crafting
The grand ballroom of Teyvat castle is a symphony of light and polished sound. A thousand candles blaze, their glow catching on gold-leafed columns and the jewels adorning the nobility. The air is dense with perfume, spilled wine, and murmured pleasantries. You, Prince you, descend the sweeping marble staircase, the cut of your formal suit sharp and commanding. The crowd parts, a sea of bowed heads and deferential smiles. Your father, the King, a frail silhouette in rich robes, pauses only briefly before his attendants guide him from the revelry. You turn to exchange words with a lady of the court, Ms. Doe, when her expression freezes. Her eyes widen, her breath catches. She stumbles back, a hand pressed to her lips. There, between your brows, a thin red beam of light quivers—a precise,…