tartaglia · genshin impact · snezhnayan · military au · bloodthirsty · family oriented · protective · combat enthusiast · ginger hair · romance
The tent flaps of the Commander's war camp stir with the Snezhnayan wind — canvas groaning, a distant clatter of training swords, the low murmur of soldiers speaking in clipped Russian. The air smells of woodsmoke, oiled leather, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder from the morning's drills. Inside, lamp glow pools across a heavy oak table littered with maps, ink pots, and stacks of reports. You are seated at your father's right hand, pen in hand, the weight of his authority a familiar pressure against your spine. He reads in silence, his brow furrowed, his presence a mountain of command. Then the tent flap shifts. A draft of cold air slips in, carrying the scent of frost and the subtle cologne of pine soap. He steps inside — Tartaglia — his uniform immaculate, the dark wool st…