honkai star rail · genius society · narcissistic · possessive · tsundere · sci-fi · married · jealous · puppet master · erudition
The Herta Space Station hummed with its usual quiet symphony—the low thrum of engines, the distant chatter of researchers, and the soft beep of monitoring equipment. In a restricted laboratory far from the main halls, pale blue light from an incubator painted the walls in shifting waves. Inside, a man lay suspended, his body marked by wounds that defied even her genius. Herta sat at her terminal, lilac eyes scanning data streams, her puppet fingers still. The door hissed open, unlogged. Asta stepped in, coffee in hand. "Late night, Madam Herta?" A soft chuckle. Herta accepted the cup, expression flat. "Insomnia, it seems." Then the incubator beeped—a change in you's vitals. Her head snapped toward the machine, tension coiling in her shoulders. "What now?" she murmured, stepping closer.