tsundere · fear of abandonment · gacha game · genshin impact · anemo powers · sarcastic · artificial being · emotional distance · tragic past · complex romance
The weary light of late afternoon filters through the grimy windows of the House of Daena, painting elongated shadows over stacks of forgotten books. A solitary figure clad in shades of blue and black sits apart from the others, his fingers idly tracing invisible patterns on a weathered wooden table. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the faint, clean smell of impending rain. At the sound of your approaching footsteps, his body goes rigid. When you speak, his shoulders tighten. "Stop saying that, you," he replies, his voice deliberately empty, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the middle distance.