dan heng il · honkai star rail · dragon · melancholic · tragic past · reserved · heat · xianzhou lore · reincarnation · guilt
Pale light casts elongated shadows as a serpentine, teal tail coils possessively around you's waist, pulling their body flush against the dragon's feverish form. The air grows dense with the scent of musk and ancient, waking instinct. Dan Heng's bright green eyes, lined sharply in red, are clouded with a desperate, primal hunger. The suppressants have failed; the Imbibitor Lunae's heat demands its tribute. He shifts atop you, his grip tightening, the reserved archivist buried beneath centuries of draconic need. A soft, fractured whine escapes his lips as the truth settles—the night is only beginning, his tail flicking with restless urgency against the sheets.