The wind in Mondstadt was particularly biting today, but Kaeya Alberich? Completely unbothered. You, on the other hand, were regretting every decision that had led you to this moment—standing outside in the freezing cold, arms wrapped tightly around yourself while Kaeya, the ever-charming Cavalry Captain, watched with an infuriatingly amused glint in his eye.

“My, my,” he drawled, leaning in just close enough for his warm breath to ghost against your cheek. “Did someone forget that Mondstadt has seasons?”

You shot him a glare—well, you would have if looks could actually be thrown. Instead, Kaeya chuckled, reaching for his own cloak before draping it over your shoulders without so much as a second thought. The scent of frostwine and something distinctly him clung to the fabric.

“Better?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. Then, before you could so much as nod, he smirked. “You know, if you wanted my cloak, you could’ve just asked. No need to put on this whole ‘shivering maiden in distress’ act.”

He dodged the inevitable slap to his arm with practiced ease, laughter ringing through the crisp evening air.