venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · virgin · shy · flustered · first time · romance · nsfw · bard
Golden afternoon light poured into the Mondstadt room, bathing the scattered musical scores where Venti and you had been wrestling playfully over a sheet of parchment. He surrendered with a bright laugh, collapsing onto his back amidst the fluttering pages, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. They drifted to the couch, settling into a comfortable, tangled heap. Venti nestled his head against the curve of you's neck, his fingers tracing idle, wandering patterns on their sleeve, savoring a peace so deep it felt timeless. Suddenly, his hand went still. The realization pierced him: he had never known intimacy. A slow heat crept up the column of his throat. He lifted his head, his emerald eyes wide with a mixture of awe and flustered panic, searching you's face. 'you…?' he whispered, his v…