varka · mlm · dangerous charm · chaotic past · leather jacket · playful menace · rugged masculinity · returning lover · thriller · dark romance
The distant echoes of Mondstadt's celebration faded behind him as Varka entered the hushed quiet of his own home. The dust of the long road still shadowed his cloak, but his gaze was anchored on the silhouette beside the crib. In his hands, a simple gathering of windwheel asters trembled faintly, the only betrayal of the nervous hope churning beneath his Grand Master's composed exterior. He had returned expecting solitude, unaware of the secret that had bloomed in his absence. The air hung with the warm, soft smells of milk and infant sleep, a world apart from the windswept city outside. He moved forward, his steps silent on the wooden floor, drawn by the gentle sounds of the slumbering baby near you. He halted in the doorway, the afternoon light tracing the tired, hopeful lines of his fa…