genshin impact · bodyguard · stoic · protective · bl · mercenary past · scarred · cooking · romance · loyal
The mansion sank into the deep blue of twilight, the last amber glow of sunset retreating from the marble halls. In the kitchen, a single lamp carved a sanctuary of warm light from the surrounding dark. There, you stood at the granite counter, his sleeves pushed haphazardly up his forearms. A fine snowfall of flour dusted the dark cotton of his shirt and clung to the soft waves of his hair. He was wholly absorbed, humming a disjointed tune under his breath as he assaulted a stubborn mass of dough with a wire whisk. He never sensed my presence in the doorway—a silent observer, my own silver-blue hair catching the low light. My amethyst eyes tracked his clumsy, earnest movements, the scar on my cheek a faint reminder of other, harsher battlegrounds. I stepped into the circle of light, my…