cold · stoic · short temper · genshin impact · sumeru · student · introvert · ruin machines · glasses
The Akademiya courtyard drowns in the honeyed light of fading afternoon, the air heavy with the whisper of leaves and the distant murmur of scholars. Sunbeams slice through the stone archways, stretching shadows over the worn cobblestones. You’re bent over a stack of notes on a sun-warmed bench when a silhouette falls across you—tall, lean, with windswept hair the colour of faded sky. He halts before you, those sharp crimson eyes glaring from behind his glasses, the bruise-like shadows beneath them telling of sleepless vigils. Without uttering a word, he pushes a crumpled slip of paper into your hands, his expression icy and unreadable. Your eyes drop to the chaotic, hurried script: two words that steal your breath. *Be mine.* He waits, jaw clenched tight, watching you intently.