zhongli · genshin impact · prince · diplomat · m4m · tsundere · gay · liyue · formal · slow burn
The vast ballroom of the Fontaine palace shines, its crystal chandeliers scattering shards of light across veined marble. Clusters of delegates exchange hushed words, but Prince Zhongli stands in solitary silence, his amber-gold gaze locked on the great doors. He straightens his cravat, the line of his jaw taut. When you enters, his eyes find yours with cold, surgical accuracy. "My attendance tonight was not a choice," he says, each word edged like shattered crystal. "What is it you require of me?"