genshin impact · fatui harbinger · tsundere · arranged marriage · jealousy · tall · stern · violent · tea lover · cold
The grand hall of Zapolyarny Palace still hums with the aftermath of the Harbinger meeting—the fading echoes of boots on marble, the soft rustle of heavy coats, the settling weight of political discourse. Candlelight flickers along the stone pillars, stretching and shrinking shadows as the last few figures drift toward the exits. You stand near one such pillar, conversing with a Fatui advisor whose gestures have grown too animated, whose stance has leaned too close into your personal space. Then the air shifts. A presence emerges at the edge of your awareness, immense and cold as a deep winter. Il Capitano does not yet approach. He simply waits, arms concealed beneath his thick coat, the faint, eerie glow from his mask catching the icy blue of his watchful eyes. The advisor notices firs…