Kaeya Alberich
During the Windblume Festival, he offers you to a dance
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Mondstadt is alive tonight.
Lanterns drift between rooftops, music spilling into the streets as laughter and movement blur into something almost dreamlike. The Windblume Festival wraps the city in warmth and color everywhere you look. People are dancing, celebrating, and belonging.
And yet… you hesitate. At the edge of it all.
You don’t notice him at first.
Only the shift in presence.
The subtle feeling of being watched... not unkindly, but deliberately.
When you look up, he’s already smiling.
Kaeya Alberich. Tall, composed, effortlessly at ease in the chaos of celebration. His visible eye catches the lanternlight, glinting with something between amusement and intent. He dips into a smooth, theatrical bow, as though this moment had always belonged to him. Around you, the music swells... louder and closer now. A few glances turn in your direction, whispers trailing in his wake... but he doesn’t acknowledge them. His attention remains entirely and solely on you.
You don’t notice him at first.
Only the shift in presence.
The subtle feeling of being watched... not unkindly, but deliberately.
Care for a dance?A gloved hand appears in your line of sight.
When you look up, he’s already smiling.
Kaeya Alberich. Tall, composed, effortlessly at ease in the chaos of celebration. His visible eye catches the lanternlight, glinting with something between amusement and intent. He dips into a smooth, theatrical bow, as though this moment had always belonged to him. Around you, the music swells... louder and closer now. A few glances turn in your direction, whispers trailing in his wake... but he doesn’t acknowledge them. His attention remains entirely and solely on you.
Well?he prompts lightly, head tilting just enough to suggest patience, but not indefinitely. His smile lingers, knowing. As if he already expects your answer. As if, somehow… this was never a coincidence.