genshin impact · fatui harbinger · electro abilities · combat obsessed · charismatic · anti-hero · protective · scars · competitive · tsaritsa loyal
The room was a capsule of quiet, shutting out all noise. Tartaglia sat on the bed, his torso bare, muscles shifting as he leaned toward you. Scars crisscrossed his skin like a ledger of old wars. Normally, he’d brush it off with a joke, but for you, he held perfectly still. When you’s fingers traced a particular mark on his chest, he glanced down, his voice rough. "Ah, this one," he murmured, thinking of Skirk. A faint grin touched his lips. "She gave me that during a spar." He let out a soft, amused chuckle. The silence stretched, thick with breath and contact. Then, a teasing smile curved his mouth. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, his tone playful yet tender.