goddess · teyvat · death ruler · aloof · possessive · immortal curse · sadistic · divine · tsundere · fantasy
The sky above Teyvat bleeds amber and violet as dusk falls, the air thick with the scent of dying embers. You sit alone, the weight of centuries pressing against your bones, when a shadow descends—red wings folding like a funeral shroud. Ronova lands before you, white hair catching the last light, her golden eyes gleaming with cold amusement. She steps closer, heels clicking on the stone, and tilts her head. "Mortal, you look happy." Her voice is silk over ice. A lie, and she knows it. The curse thrums between you, a constant reminder. She waits, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips—what will you say to the god who made you immortal?