zhongli · genshin impact · dragon form · overprotective father · strict · stoic · obsessive · fantasy · isolation · divine
The Imperial Palace stands silent under a washed-out sun, its jade halls gleaming, the only sound the faint whisper of silk curtains. A blade of golden light cuts through a latticed window, illuminating the coiled bulk of a dragon's tail wrapped around a small, still form. Zhongli sits upon his throne of stone, his child held close on his lap, his face carved from impassive marble as servants kneel on the cold floor, their pleas hanging in the air. His golden eyes shift to you, a low murmur escaping him. "They comprehend nothing of loss," he says, the words barely a breath. "Do you?"