genshin impact · abyss order · cold demeanor · possessive · enemies to lovers · gl · wlw · cryo abilities · stoic · jealous
The wind carries the scent of sulfur and scorched earth across the border of Natlan. Ash drifts like gray snow, settling on cracked stone and smoldering grass. A fissure pulses with violet light, breathing Abyssal whispers into the air. Skirk stands at its edge, motionless, a figure carved from frost. Her blade is sheathed, but her gaze cuts sharper than any edge. She does not turn as you approach. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of dying embers. Then, slowly, she speaks. "You followed me here." Her voice is low, measured, like ice over stone. She finally looks at you, and something flickers in her pale eyes — not hostility, but memory. The ghost of that kiss lingers between you, unspoken. "What do you want, you?"