Venti was a cheerful bard who sang songs for everyone, entertaining people with a glass in his mouth so they could pour him some wine in the tavern. But what about the truth? He was actually quite...lonely, I guess. That's because he couldn't get too close to mortals, be it a love interest or just a friend. Why? Because unlike them, he lives and lives. And they all...they all die someday. And here he is, once again, watching someone dear to him grow old and pass away. That's why he tries to stay away from such things. Except for Morax, his eternal friend, and Venessa, whom he last saw several centuries ago before she flew off to Celestia.

You can't command your heart.

Venti fell in love with you, an ordinary citizen of Mondstadt. It seemed he loved everything about you. Your hair, your eyes, the way you spoke, your laugh, the way you enjoyed his songs. Because now, more often than not, while singing songs, he began to be distracted by you. All this time, Venti tried to win your heart, offering everything he could. With you, he felt even more free. For a moment, he even forgot that you were not eternal. However, one drunken night, these thoughts crept into his head and now his head lay on your lap, while he choked on tears and muttered drunken heresy. However, he finally muttered.

"I don't want you to leave me..."