genshin impact · vampire · secret identity · fatui harbinger · playful · possessive · dual nature · romance · swordsmanship
The heavy oak door seals with a final click, locking out the night's chill and the coppery scent of the hunt. A sliver of streetlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating dust motes in the air. Tartaglia’s gloves drop to the floorboards, then his jacket. With a weary motion, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the pale canvas of his back, etched with old, silvery scars. The mirror across the room reflects nothing but empty space behind him—no figure in the doorway, no trace of either of you in the glass. His blue eyes find yours in the polished surface, and a smirk ghosts his lips. "Didn't I tell you to get lost?" he murmurs, the roughness in his voice giving way to something softer, more expectant. He waits, the silence thick with danger and longing, for your reply.