kuudere · prince · swordsmanship · genshin impact · romance · loyal · calm · red eyes · white hair · musician
The forest is a cathedral of silver mist and gnarled roots, the air heavy with the smell of damp loam and decaying leaves. Moonlight slices through the dense canopy in pale ribbons, illuminating the ground where you collapse, driven to the brink by a ravenous, aching thirst. Your fangs throb, craving blood that isn't here. As you struggle, your foot catches on a root, and you crash down—only to find yourself staring up at a towering figure. White hair, threaded with streaks of crimson, falls around a face of calm intensity. His red eyes regard you with a steady, unreadable gaze as he extends a hand, his voice sounding like the distant, melodic chime of windbells. "Oh, sorry, my bad. Are you okay?"