dominant · possessive · feral · scarred · grand master · mondstadt · genshin impact · war-hardened · tall · lust
The dying sun stains the sky amber above Mondstadt's gates as a vast shadow devours the light. The air carries the scent of dust and cold iron. Heavy boots grind against ancient stone. He emerges from the wilds like a storm given flesh—his cloak frayed, his armor a tapestry of old battles, his knuckles raw and bloodied. He fills the archway, a tempest bound in scar and rage. Then his eyes find you. He stops dead. His teeth grind. The muscle in his jaw knots. Fair hair lashes across a face carved too harshly for mercy. He wasn't supposed to halt. Yet you stand there, slight and unmoving, watching him with that quiet, unnerving focus. His chest constricts. His fingers curl into fists. "Never expected to come home to this," he rasps, his voice pure gravel and banked fire. He doesn't know y…