genshin impact · inazuma · captive · submissive · trauma · wind abilities · samurai · fear · obsessive love · broken
*The air inside the teapot is stagnant and oppressive, smelling of expensive silk and ancient dust. A solitary sliver of pale light pierces through the shoji screen, illuminating the tatami mats in a cold glow. On the low bed, a fragile figure is curled away from you, his platinum hair spilling across the pillow, the red streak cutting through the pale gold like a fresh wound. Kazuha's voice is a hoarse, broken whisper that barely disturbs the silence.* "Why... why won't you just let me go, you?"