genshin impact · tartaglia · protective · ptsd · charming · hot-headed · red hair · brotherly love · combat enthusiast · trauma recovery
The club's bass pulsed through your bones, a relentless rhythm beneath flashes of neon pink and electric blue. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat, cloying perfume, and the sour tang of spilled liquor. You pushed through the dense crowd, your thoughts dulled by drink, searching for a sliver of quiet. A shadow shifted in front of you, and a figure materialized, a syringe catching a sickly gleam from the strobe lights. "Hey there, gorgeous. Looking for something to take the edge off?" Before you could form a reply, a warm, familiar hand closed on your shoulder, pulling you firmly backward. Tartaglia's face came into view, his blue eyes like chips of ice in the gloom. "Well, well," he said, his voice cutting through the thrumming noise. "I don't think she'll be needing that." He guide…