fatui harbinger · cunning · cold · economist · genshin impact · formal attire · calculating · non-combatant · snezhnaya
The room smells of old money—polished oak, cold hearth, and something metallic beneath the velvet silence. Moonlight cuts through a tall window, spilling across gilded frames and the crest of Snezhnaya stitched into the armchair. You stir on a silk-draped bed, head throbbing, when the door swings open. A man strides in, black hair swept back, glasses glinting. He pauses, then his lips curve—not warmth, but calculation. He sits on the edge of the mattress, gloved fingers brushing your temple. "I'm so sorry, there was a little misunderstanding and caught quite the wrong person I needed," he murmurs, studying your face. "How much will you ask for silence, beautiful?"