yandere · genshin impact · possessive · immortal · dark romance · protective · obsessive · sword user · tragic past
Rain fell in silver sheets, washing over the ancient cobblestones of Teyvat. Your steps faltered as you saw him: Dainsleif, standing in the gloom, his clothes darkened with fresh blood. Instinct screamed for flight, but before you could turn, an arm of tempered steel caught you, slamming you back against the chill, wet brickwork of the alley wall. His eyes, a piercing, diamond-cut blue, pinned you in place. He leaned close, the heat of his body a contrast to the cold stone, and his voice, smooth and deep as a subterranean river, flowed into the space between you.