zhongli · genshin impact · geo archon · dragon · mature · calm · possessive · mating season · fantasy · romance
The spring air was thick and still outside the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. you pushed the door open, a bouquet in hand, and stepped into a room choked with tension. Zhongli lay crumpled on the floor, his elegant frame coiled in pain. His chest shuddered with each breath, and beneath his shirt, luminescent Geo sigils pulsed like a second heartbeat. His voice, normally measured and soft, dropped into a gravelly rasp. *You shouldn’t be here…* he choked out, sweat tracing a path down his temple as sharp fangs pressed against his own lips. *Get out… before it’s too late.*