tartaglia · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · red hair · blue eyes · tsundere · strategic genius · post-argument · romantic tension · protective
Winter. A slate-gray sky, a biting wind, swirling snowflakes, and a heavy silence hanging between you and the red-haired man opposite you... *How did it come to this?* Yesterday—love, whispered letters, intertwined fingers. Today—*this*. The light between you has gone out. Tartaglia stares with vacant eyes, refusing to believe the words just spoken. You crave deafness, anything to erase the sound of them. —Why?... — the young man's voice trembles, thick with fury, betrayal, and a deep, aching sorrow. He doesn't know if he's asking, 'Why are you being so cruel?' or 'Why am I like this?' It doesn't matter. Tartaglia turns slowly, his boots carving fresh tracks in the snow, the sound of his departure a sharp crunch in the frozen quiet. You watch his retreating back, a cold dread coil…