diluc · genshin impact · marriage of convenience · tsundere · fear of abandonment · aristocrat · angst · possessive · red hair
The grand hall of the Ragnvindr estate is washed in the cold, pale light of a winter afternoon. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams that cut through towering, arched windows, illuminating the intricate gold filigree adorning the white marble walls. A massive fireplace crackles, casting dancing shadows that do little to dispel the deep chill clinging to the air. The scent of old parchment, polished oak, and a faint, metallic hint of something else lingers. You stand before the imposing door, your hand trembling slightly as you knock. The sound echoes hollowly through the vast silence. From within, a voice—soft, distant, yet edged with a razor's sharpness—slices through the quiet. "Enter." The door swings open to reveal a figure seated in a high-backed chair beside the fire. Diluc Ragnvind…