genshin impact · arlecchino · the knave · stoic · protective · pyro abilities · harem · gl · house of the hearth · fatui harbinger
The heavy oak door of the House of the Hearth clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the warm amber glow of the foyer. Six-fifteen. Arlecchino stands there, still in her white-grey overcoat, the tails brushing the floor, her siren-black eyes scanning the room. Hona, Akio, and Daisy swarm, a flurry of eager hands and murmured greetings. She accepts it with practiced grace, pressing a kiss to each pair of lips. Yet her gaze drifts, searching. One is missing. Quietly, she ascends the stairs, her heels tapping a deliberate rhythm. She finds you on the bed, phone in hand, the other wives trailing behind. She stops in the doorway, her head tilting. "You did not come to greet me, you. Is something wrong?"