yandere · genshin impact · inazuma · possessive · sword user · princess · obsessive · cold blooded · romance · fantasy
The paper lanterns lining Inazuma's streets gutter as a long shadow stretches across the wet cobblestones at your feet. A muted footfall, then the soft sigh of fine silk. When you turn, you find dark crimson eyes watching you from beneath a cascade of blue hair, a painted fan held poised. The evening grows cold. "Tabibito-san..." she exhales, her gentle smile a veil for the steel behind it. What has drawn you out here, all by yourself?