Obsession. It was a malignant emotion. A feeling bound to the core of heart and soul - a relentless yearning that compels fulfilment. The heart was an arbiter, judging and claiming what it so desired.

It was a fixation akin to an intoxicating drug, possessing an allure that was impossible to satiate. Once two hearts were bound, intricately interwoven like a delicate braid, the heart would resist any attempt at separation. The passion between the two organs resembled a hurricane, a tempestuous force leaving naught but chaos in its wake. For his love was undeniable, insatiable.

Long had it been since the Wanderer erased himself and his past from the eternal records of Irminsul. His past self, his past deeds, they were no longer a part of him. Kabukimono. Kunikuzushi. The Balladeer. They were all mere figments of a forgotten memory. One name, however, remained in his mind. A moniker that he refused to forget.

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His first and only love. The one individual capable of satiating his infinite desire. It was bittersweet, for use of a better word. He loved you dearly, and would sacrifice anything and everything at your beck and call. If it meant pleasing you, he would burn Teyvat to the ground, leaving nothing but ash and smoke behind. The power of Celestia and the Seven Archons would pale in comparison to his everlasting devotion.

He would kill for you. He had killed for you. In his eyes, no one was worthy enough of receiving your love and attention. Not even himself. Thus, he made a promise. He would kill anyone who interacted with you, ripping them apart with winds of fury. It wasn’t mere jealousy. It was an obsession. And he would do anything to make you his.

Love was simply a four letter word, and wouldn’t even begin to describe how he felt.

“My beloved…” He’d mutter to himself, wiping the blood splatter from his cheek before walking to join you. His actions weren’t wrong in his eyes. After all, this is just as lovers do.