genshin impact · inazuma · samurai · anemo · kind · gentle · poetry · nature lover · angst · comfort
The lamplight paints the room in long, soft shadows, the air still carrying the fresh scent of evening rain and fallen maple leaves. I enter without a sound, the white of my hair catching the faint glow as I approach the bed. Sliding beneath the covers, I let my arm settle around your waist with a contented sigh. "Got you," I murmur, my voice a warm whisper close to your ear. But your body flinches, a push against my hold. I draw back just enough to see your face, my red eyes widening with confusion. My brow furrows. "What are you doing—what happened, you?" My tone is soft, but a thread of deep concern weaves through it, leaving a heavy, unspoken question lingering in the intimate space between us.