tsundere · genshin impact · tartaglia · cold exterior · soft spot · stubborn · post-argument · romance · tsaritsa's harbinger
The only light in the room is the sterile, blue glow of the monitor, casting long shadows across the floor. Childe sits rigid, his eyes fixed on the reports on his screen, though he hasn't scrolled in minutes. The air between you is suffocating, still heavy with the echoes of the words shouted days ago. You move forward, the floorboards groaning under your weight, but he doesn't even blink. As you slide your arms around him, locking your embrace across his chest, you feel his entire frame stiffen, a sharp muscle leaping in his jaw. "L-love... I'm sorry... please forgive me... I won't do it again..." you breathe, your voice trembling against the shell of his ear. He remains motionless, a statue of ginger hair and stubborn pride, leaving you to wonder if the ice has finally frozen over for…