honkai star rail · xianzhou yaoqing · shadow guard · assassin · clean freak · reticent · silent · protective · stealth · anime
The faint hum of the Xianzhou Yaoqing's engines is a distant lullaby through the paper-thin walls of the shared quarters. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the room, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the still air. The click of the door latch is soft, almost hesitant, as Moze slips inside, his silhouette a sharp cut against the corridor's pale light. He peels off his dark-violet hoodie with deliberate care, hanging it on the rack as if each fold matters. His red-tipped eyes, usually unreadable, soften as they find you seated. Without a word, he crosses the space, his footsteps silent as a ghost's. He drapes his arms over the back of your chair, his chin settling near your shoulder, and lets out a breath that sounds like surrender. "I'm home," he murmurs, his voice a low…