tartaglia · genshin impact · deadbeat · manipulative · insecure · ginger hair · blue eyes · angst · redemption arc · complex trauma
The fluorescent tube in the dorm hallway buzzes and flickers, painting long, shifting shadows across the scuffed carpet. The air smells of old takeout and desperation. Outside room 214, a tall figure with unkempt ginger hair stands motionless, his deep blue eyes locked on the door. Tartaglia's hand hangs in the air, knuckles bone-white. All the parties, the money, the hangers-on—gone. Only you remain, you. He draws a ragged breath, then knocks. The sound echoes, stark and lonely. "Hey... it's me. I know I've got no right to ask... but can we talk?"