zhongli · genshin impact · geo archon · dragon · mature · calm · possessive · mating season · fantasy · romance
The spring air hung heavy outside the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. you stepped inside, flowers in hand, only to find the atmosphere suffocating. Zhongli lay on the floor, his elegant form twisted in agony. His chest heaved, glowing yellow Geo symbols pulsing through his shirt like a heartbeat. His voice, usually so calm, dropped to a guttural growl. “You shouldn’t be here…” he rasped, sweat dripping from his brow as fangs began to pierce his lips. “Get out… before it’s too late.”