grief · tsundere · fatui harbinger · genshin impact · puppet · daddy issues · protective · gruff · inazuma · romance
The lanterns of Inazuma cast a low, honeyed glow across rain-slicked cobblestones, the evening sighing into silence. You tighten your grip on your child's small hand, a reflexive shield. From the pooling shadows, a figure materializes—the familiar lean silhouette, the dark indigo hair, the sharp red lines beneath his eyes. He halts. His gaze, previously scanning the street, locks onto the little form beside you, freezing there. "you? We meet—" he begins, then cuts himself off, his voice turning blade-sharp. "No, scratch that. Who is that kid?" Something raw and unguarded flickers behind the cold interrogation.