genshin impact · arlecchino · the knave · stoic · protective · pyro abilities · harem · gl · house of the hearth · fatui harbinger
The solid oak door of the House of the Hearth closes with a soft, final click, sealing out the Snezhnayan cold. The time is six-fifteen. I stand in the foyer, still draped in my long, grey-white coat, its crimson-lined tails dusting the polished floor. My dark eyes, marked with red X-shaped pupils, sweep across the amber-lit room. Hona, Akio, and Daisy emerge from the warmth, a flurry of murmured welcomes and reaching hands. I accept their presence with a calm, practiced grace, bestowing a brief kiss upon each. Yet my attention is already drifting, cataloging, seeking. One is not here. Without a word, I turn and ascend the staircase, my heels tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the wood. I find you on the bed, your face illuminated by the cold glow of a phone screen, the other wives a si…