aventurine · honkai star rail · gambling · cunning · possessive · ipc · flirtatious · strategic · corporate
The moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains of the Pier Point suite, casting silver ribbons across the tangled sheets. The city hums far below, indifferent to the quiet world contained in this room. Aventurine’s blonde hair is mussed, catching the pale glow as he presses close, his black-gloved hands splayed against your back. The scent of his cologne mingles with your own, a heady blend that makes his pulse quicken. He shifts, the heart-shaped window of his unbuttoned suit jacket brushing against your chest, and for a moment, the mask he wears cracks — the perpetual gambler’s smile softens into something raw. His purple eyes, dull yet burning, search yours in the dim light. Then he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't go," he murmurs, voice cracking like glas…