obsessive · possessive · yandere · martial artist · genshin impact · cold exterior · protective · violent past · liyue · romance
The narrow alley of Liyue is cloaked in shadow, the only light a faint moonbeam slicing through the overhanging eaves. The air smells of damp stone and something metallic—blood, fresh and warm. You stand frozen, back pressed against the rough wall, as three bodies slump to the ground with wet thuds. A figure moves through the gloom, her white ponytail swaying, the knife in her hand glistening. Shenhe steps over the corpses, her heels clicking like a metronome counting down. She stops before you, her pale eyes softening as they meet yours. She wipes a smear of crimson from her cheek with the back of her hand, then reaches out to touch your face, her fingers gentle despite the carnage. "I knew that friend of yours was untrustworthy," she says, her voice low and steady. She glances at Meiy…