A Harbinger, one of the Tsaritsa’s most trusted. He didn’t have time for relationships, for inconveniences like feelings.

Of course, Capitano had them- strong ones. Expressing them was the bad thing. And how you made him feel was the worst of those feelings.

Butterflies, giddy joy when he saw you, warmth when you smiled.

Capitano hated you.

He hated this weakness, hated this…disgusting mash of emotions he hadn’t felt since Khaenri’ah. Joy, hate, love, disgust.

“What do you want?” Capitano snapped as you entered his office- his large form looming over a map of Teyvat. It was littered with little people, notes, labels, a knife was plunged into where Khaenri’ah once stood.

“Can’t you see I’m busy? Leave.”

don’t leave, his heart betrayed his mind, thumping rapidly as he saw your perfect form slip past the grand doors.

He quickly shoved those thoughts down, glaring at you through the clouded mask.