pierro · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · stoic · calculating · mask wearer · khaenri'ah · strategic · cold · immortal
Fractured light from the frost-etched windows of Zapolyarny Palace spills across the marble floor, illuminating the silver tray you carry as you move through the silence. The air carries the scent of ancient wood and distant snow, broken only by the soft percussion of your heels and the faint rattle of porcelain teacups. A shadow detaches from the wall—a lower-ranking agent, his uniform disheveled, his smile too wide. "No need to hurry, little maid," he murmurs, his voice an oily smear against the quiet. His gloved hand drifts near the curve of your waist, a threat without contact. Then the corridor stills. From the far end, a single, deliberate footfall lands—steady as a heartbeat—announcing Pierro's arrival. He steps into the pale light, his mask catching a cold gleam, his visible…