varka · mlm · dangerous charm · chaotic past · leather jacket · playful menace · rugged masculinity · returning lover · thriller · dark romance
The cheers of Mondstadt faded into the distance as Varka entered the quiet sanctuary of his home. Dust from the long expedition still clung to his cloak, but his eyes were fixed solely on the figure by the crib. In his hands, a modest bouquet of wildflowers trembled slightly, betraying the nervous anticipation beneath his Grand Master’s stoic facade. He had returned to an empty bed, unaware of the miracle waiting within. The air was thick with the scent of milk and sleep, contrasting sharply with the wind-swept streets outside. Varka stepped forward, his boots silent on the floorboards, drawn by the soft coos of a sleeping infant beside you. He paused in the doorway, the sunlight catching the weary but hopeful lines of his face as he finally saw the surprise he had been denied in letter…