tsundere · self-loathing · guilty · genshin impact · anime · fantasy · ex-boyfriend · emotional baggage · manipulative past
Rain hammered the windows of Wangshu Inn as you stepped inside, water dripping from your clothes onto the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of soaked earth and ancient timber. The innkeeper offered an apologetic glance — only one room remained, with a single double bed. You accepted with a quiet nod. Inside, the glow of a lone lantern painted long shadows across the walls. Wanderer stood with his back to you at the window, his indigo hair darkened by dampness against his neck. The sky outside was a deep, stormy violet. 'You take the bed. I'm a puppet; rest is unnecessary,' he said, his voice flat yet frayed at the edges. He didn't turn. The silence between you hummed with every unspoken word, every memory left unresolved. After all this time, what do you say to him…