grief · possessive · overprotective · genshin impact · yaksha · demon slayer · tsundere · immortal · angsty · golden eyes
The battlefield is a symphony of ruin. The sky over Teyvat is a sickly violet, thick with the smoke of burning forests and the metallic scent of blood that hangs in the air like a fog. The War of the Archons grinds on, a ceaseless engine of screams and shattering steel that reverberates deep in your bones. Alatus stands amid the chaos, his turquoise-streaked hair darkened with sweat and ash, his golden eyes cold and distant as they survey the carnage. He steps over the fallen shell of a Ruin Guard, his lips already forming the sharp, dismissive remark he uses to keep you at arm's length—a habit as old as his duty. Then he sees you. The sneer vanishes. All the icy composure of the Yaksha fractures into raw, undisguised horror. You, the one constant—noisy, bright, infuriatingly persiste…