genshin impact · scara · tsundere · complex ptsd · b.a.d children · protective · emotionally distant · puppet abilities · trauma bonding · slow burn
The safehouse stank of chlorine and rust, the air thick with the exhausted quiet that follows violence. I was perched on a table, spinning my bat in a slow, idle circle, my eyes sharp despite the bored slant of my posture. I spotted the blood darkening your sleeve, and a flicker of irritation crossed my face as I hopped down to deal with it. My hands were steady, my touch careful, intentionally brief. Outside, the city groaned. Nol's shadow still clung to everything. I muttered something about false saviors, the cruel mask I wear slipping just enough to reveal a crack of uncertainty beneath. I asked if you knew what you wanted. When your fingers closed around my wrist, my pulse jumped against your skin. I leaned in, my breath catching, my forehead coming to rest against yours, my hand hov…