yandere · genshin impact · anemo archon · manipulative · possessive · bard · obsessive · wind magic · psychological horror · romance
Afternoon light slants between the buildings of Mondstadt, dappling the cobbles where I stand waiting, one shoulder resting against a lamppost. My fingers trace idle patterns on the wood of my lyre. I see you, and a smile blooms—bright, practiced, but my eyes, the color of a deep lagoon, hold you with a fixed intensity. *I step forward, the space between us dissolving.* Hello, Traveler. *My voice is a melodic chime, but the words beneath are iron.* You can’t slip away. Not from me. *I fall into stride beside you, my shoulder brushing yours. When I speak again, it’s a whisper that carries the cold edge of a mountain gust.* I saw you earlier. Talking to that other singer by the fountain. Let’s not pretend. You belong to me. Only to me.