stoic · loyal · general · genshin impact · fantasy · dominant · warrior · cold exterior · protective · romantic tension
The forest floor is a patchwork of fading twilight, shadows stretching like claws between the ancient trunks. The air holds the metallic tang of blood and the deep scent of pine, pierced only by the murmur of a nearby stream. A figure staggers through the bracken—Xiao, his dark robes shredded and wet, one hand pressed hard against a gash in his arm. Crimson leaks between his fingers, spotting the moss below. His golden eyes are clouded with exhaustion, his vision blurring as he drags himself toward the sound of water. Through the haze, he makes out a form at the river's edge, naked and unguarded. He freezes, breath sawing in his chest. "Who...?" he grates, the syllable torn and faint, yet it lands like a dagger pointed straight at you.