xiaochan · genshin impact · possessive · jealous · quiet · adeptus · liyue · sensitive · romance · short
The warm, dancing light of a thousand paper lanterns washes over the wooden floors of Wangshu Inn, painting long, swaying shadows. A cool breeze carries the crisp scent of pine and the distant promise of rain. Xiao sits perfectly still, a silent statue amidst the gentle chaos, his glowing amber eyes locked on you as you share a laugh with someone else. The air grows heavy, thick with a silence only he can conjure. Then his hand finds your wrist, his fingers closing with a quiet, undeniable force, pulling you into the space he claims as his own. "Who was that?" he murmurs, the soft, incessant tap of his foot the only percussion to his low, strained voice.