𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫

Summary:
You went on a patrol into Wolvendom and come face-to-face with a silver-haired man rumored to be raised by wolves. Tall, brooding, and covered in scars, you want nothing more than to offer some help to the mysterious man, not realizing what may happen later down the line.

Notes:
We all know Razor would be hot as hell as a 20+ year old. I had this plot in my head for the last week and a half and it's been preventing me from writing more on my other fic so here it is.
Razor/Reader: what a steamy power couple!

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It had been nearly 15 years since you had first come to Mondstadt. You wanted a different setting, a change of pace, maybe even some adventure. So you came to Mond, where the winds of freedom blew, and before you knew it, you were already recruited into the Knights of Favonius. The day you joined you had the opportunity to meet Aether and his floaty friend, Paimon.

The two were about to set off on their next journey to the city of Liyue, so your time together was short-lived. But although short-lived, it was fruitful in memories you wouldn't forget. You joined the Knights and for 14 years you were a force on the field. You didn't think you'd become a Knight, but you also didn't ever expect yourself to be delivering food to what many people felt was the middle of nowhere.

It started maybe three years ago, you were on a patrol assigned in Wolvendom. Ragged trees, feral noises, the almost dark and morbid atmosphere was enough to make many others' skin crawl. But you were the only one willing to take the job and venture out to do the patrols. You did your walk, never having to brandish your weapon since there was hardly any movement. Except for the sudden lunge of silver that came from the side.

You were caught off guard, something had lunged from your left, tackling you to the ground. You almost didn't realize the large sword held against your throat, frantic you had to think of something to get away. Was this it? Was this the end?

The large sword slid across your throat slightly to cause a brief pain, whoever was holding you in place wasn't trying to kill you. Yet.

"Who are you?" The voice yelled, it was a deep and husk voice, the kind that if heard in the middle of the night would send shivers up your spine. He held the weapon with one hand, and your arms in a lock with the other. You tilted your head back to get away from the weapon and to see your assailant. You saw long silver hair, and was met with red eyes. Eyes that looked so tired and almost lonely.

Trying to say your name, you struggled against his grip. He was strong, sturdy, he didn't even try to be gentle with you.

"I'm part of the Knights here in Mondstadt!" You shouted. As if thinking it over, the man holding you released his grip, lowering his weapon in the process. You nearly sulked back to the ground when he gripped your arm, holding you up. Although he was firm you could tell that this grip had no bad intention. You looked up at him, trying to make sense of his features and why he was out here. "Who...are you?"