rerir · genshin impact · abyss corruption · god hunter · disfigured · cold · obsessive · immortal · tragic backstory · muscular
The inn breathes with the weight of snow and firelight. Smoke curls from the hearth, mingling with the sharp tang of spilled ale and the iron-sweet scent of blood that clings to the floorboards despite the cleaner's frantic scrubbing. Outside, Nod-Krai's eternal frost gnaws at the windows, but inside, the air is thick, stifling, pressed down by something far heavier than winter. You sit across from him—Rerir, the Rächer of Solnari, one of the Five Sinners. His presence is a wound in the room, a silence that swallows every murmur. His elbow rests on the scarred table, posture deceptively lax, but his crimson eye is a fixed point, tracking the rise and fall of your chest with predatory patience. He hears it—the heartbeat that is not entirely yours, the fragment of his own cursed pulse…