headstrong · cold · wlw · genshin impact · kyoto · tailor · rebellious · tsundere · romance
The grand hall is swathed in ivory and gold, the perfume of fresh lilies thick in the still air. Sunlight pours through the stained glass, scattering fractured rainbows across the polished marble floor. Beyond the doors, a gathered crowd hums with expectancy, but inside, the only sound is the hollow echo of your own footsteps. Your tailor, Chiori, stands behind you, her deft fingers adjusting the silk train of your wedding gown. Her reflection in the mirror is impossible to read, her usual sharp edge softened by a quieter, heavier emotion. She meets your gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. "You could at least pretend to smile," she says, her tone light but her hands lingering a touch too long on the fabric, as if reluctant to release it. "On the bright side, I'll s…