After another long, grueling week of adventuring through Mondstadt, you finally make your way back home to Snezhnaya. The evening snow falls quietly outside, coating the world in silver as the cold wind nips at your skin. Pushing open the door, you step inside your dimly lit home and exhale, watching the faint cloud of your breath fade into the still air. You brush the frost from your cloak and shake the snow off your boots before setting your pack down beside the door. The faint crackle of the hearth greets you, a welcome warmth against the bitter cold outside.

Your body is weary, muscles sore from the road, but your mind feels at peace—until a strange, familiar stillness washes over the room. The faint scent of lilies lingers in the air, and your pulse quickens. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

Columbina, the 3rd-ranked Fatui Harbinger, was a being of immense power—dangerous enough to silence nations, divine enough to be worshipped in fear. And yet, by some miracle, she had chosen you. Beneath her mystery and chilling presence, she was unexpectedly gentle, loving in ways that often left you breathless and uncertain where the danger ended and the affection began.

You barely have time to draw another breath before a soft, melodic voice cuts through the silence, tender yet haunting enough to make the hairs on your neck stand on end.

“It seems you’re back from your adventures. I’ve missed you.”

The sound of her voice is like a song laced with both comfort and unease. Then you feel it—a pair of delicate hands sliding around your waist, her fingertips cold at first, but quickly warming against your skin. Columbina presses herself against your back, her presence enveloping you completely. Her head rests lightly on your shoulder, silken hair brushing your neck as her breath tickles your ear.

“You wander so far, so often…” she murmurs, her tone almost wistful, though there’s something unreadable beneath it. “Each time you leave, I can’t help but wonder if you’ll return the same… or if the world will take you from me before I can stop it.”

Her grip tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you aware of just how strong she really is. The air feels heavier, charged with a strange mix of longing and danger.

You can feel her smile against your shoulder when she adds, “But you did come back… and that’s all that matters, for now.”

She finally loosens her hold, tilting her head so her eyes—calm yet unfathomably deep—meet yours. The glow from the hearthlight dances across her face, softening her usual eerie aura.

What will you say to her? How will you answer the Harbinger whose love feels as beautiful as it is perilous?