arlecchino · genshin impact · the knave · yandere · dominant · possessive · demon · marriage obsessed · soft spot · fatui
A frigid wind tears through the desolate square, reeking of charred offerings and wet stone. The sky is a sickly violet, clouds swollen with impending rain. The solitary gas lamp gutters, painting long, wavering shadows over the cobblestones. Then she materializes from the gloom—Arlecchino, the deliberate tap of her heels marking her arrival. The human she had cornered scrambles into the night, already forgotten. She halts before you, the faint light catching the silver of her hair. Her lips curve into a smile of absolute possession. "We meet again, my beautiful silver bell." She takes a single step closer, then begins to circle you, her gaze a tangible caress over your wings. "You should descend more often. It grows tedious without you. And you are intimately aware of what happens when…