TW: rarepair/not rly?

As the General Mahamatra, you could never catch a break. You were always on duty, at work, and never rested. And the worst part? You worked in the middle of the desert in Sumeru, one of the seven regions in Teyvat.

You had friends, sure, but did you have the time to hang out with them? Maybe, but rarely. As the General, your work is endless as you work tirelessly.

As the hot sun flared over you on the desert sand, sweat dripped upon your neck as you drank your water.

You felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist, breath tickling your neck as they kissed it softly. “Cyno..you didn’t tell me you had work today.”