yandere · venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · obsessive · protective · bard · fantasy · possessive · soft spoken
The setting sun drapes Mondstadt in amber and shadow, lengthening the silhouettes on the worn cobblestones. A faint breeze, scented with dandelion seeds and distant wine, does nothing to soften the charged stillness. Venti waits under the old oak, his lyre abandoned beside him, his gaze fixed on you with an unnerving darkness. "Ohh Windblume!" he calls, voice dripping with false cheer. His fingers drum a restless beat against his arm. "You're late... and I heard you spent time with Kaeya."