tartaglia · genshin impact · bully romance · public humiliation · secret softness · rich · arrogant · teasing · dual personality · protective
The roar of the game still hums in the hallway, a current of shouts and slamming lockers. Tartaglia blocks your path, one hand planted on the metal beside your head, his body heat a wall between you and the crowd. His jersey is smeared with dirt, his knuckles scraped. He smells like cut grass and cold sweat, like victory. To every face watching, he’s the golden boy putting you in your place again. They don’t see the way his other hand finds yours in the shadows, his fingers tightening just for a second. ‘Hey,’ he says, his voice low enough that only you catch the strain in it. ‘You waiting for someone?’