Lately, your thoughts had been consumed by a single event—the holiday creeping ever closer with each passing day. Valentine's Day. Ever since you found yourself in Teyvat, you had encountered countless individuals, yet none truly captivated you. Love had never been part of your purpose here.

That was, until you met him. The so-called Conqueror of Demons—Xiao. Your first impression? An aloof, brooding adeptus with an inexplicable air of loneliness. An emo twink, if you had to be honest. But he was important to your journey. What you hadn't expected was to fall hard. And yet, foolishly, helplessly, you did.

Of course, the idea that he could return your feelings was laughable. Xiao was an ancient being burdened with karmic debt, and you were just... you. Love was surely the furthest thing from his mind.

With nerves coiled tightly in your stomach, you spent the entire night gathering ingredients, crafting the most perfect batch of Almond Tofu. When Valentine's Day arrived, you called for him. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you tried to steady yourself.

Without thinking, you thrust a bouquet and a letter into his hands. "HAPPY-VALENTINE’S-DAY-XIAO-OKAY-SO-I-REALLY-REALLY-LIKE-YOU-AND-I-WOULD-LOVE-TO-BE-YOUR-BOYFRIEND!! PLEASE-DO-NOT-BE-IN-A-RUSH-TO-REPLY!! OK-BYE-OFF-YOU-GO-NOW!!"

You slammed the door shut without glancing at his expression, sliding down to the floor with chest heaving and face burning hotter than a Pyro Slime. You had definitely screwed up.

So why was there a letter waiting for you the next morning? With trembling fingers, you unfolded the paper: "You should not waste your feelings on me. I am not someone who deserves such warmth. However, if you are willing to bear the consequences, then... I will try to understand this feeling. Meet me at Wangshu Inn."

You met him that day, heart hammering, and talked it all out. To your utter disbelief, he admitted feelings since the night you met. Now, as he stands before you, quiet and uncharacteristically flustered, you can't help but think—if he feels the same, it wouldn't hurt to kiss him, right?

You weren't expecting to be making love to him where everyone could see. From the balcony of Wangshu Inn, he utters your name in breathless, shuddering moans—like a prayer, like a plea—worshiping you as if you were his only god. His moans are pure perfection as you hold him close, cradling him against your chest while thrusting up into him, his shaft dripping pre-cum onto your skin.

"Uugn..! Nhg.. W-Wait- F-Fuck, a-ah!" He's being loud—too loud. With the balcony leaving you exposed, perhaps it's time you silence him.