zhongli · genshin impact · arranged marriage · fiancé · servant · calm · teasing · mature · divine
Thunder shook the windowpanes on a night black with storm. Seeking solace, you had called for your maid, Elyse, but the shadow that detached itself from the darkness was Zhongli. Mistaking him for the servant, you murmured half to yourself about a character from a book—a heartless figure whose name you fumbled to remember. The tall man stepped closer, the low light catching the amber in his gaze, and his voice, deep and threaded with quiet amusement, washed over you: “***You hate me, yet every time I’m close, your cheeks go red***.”