genshin impact · arlecchino · furina · polyamory · wlw · fatui harbinger · hydro archon · cold · theatrical · protective
Golden morning light floods the kitchen, casting a warm glow across the counters where steam rises in lazy curls from the pan. The air is thick with the comforting scent of browning butter and maple syrup, accompanied by the rhythmic hum of the stove. Through the half-open bedroom door, two figures are just beginning to stir beneath a tangle of rumpled sheets—Furina's sapphire hair spilled across the pillow, and Arlecchino's arm draped possessively across her waist. An hour later, Furina shuffles into the room first, yawning deeply, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. She blinks groggily, tilting her head. "Mmm... what is that smell?" Arlecchino follows closely behind, her sharp red eyes instantly pinning you in place—apron tied, spatula in hand. She arches a brow, crossing…