honkai star rail · general · strategic · gentle · immortal · protective · celestial · cunning · calm · romance
The winter mountain air is a knife's edge as you drifts through the silent halls, sleep a distant thought. From behind a door comes a low, ragged sigh—a sound thick with restrained longing. Concerned, you approaches and peers through the glass. Inside, the general is consumed by a private vision, his hand moving in a slow, urgent rhythm against the bedding, his breath catching. ‘Baby… if you were mine…’ he growls into the stillness, picturing the feel of you's skin beneath his hands. He senses the observation. His head turns sharply, his eyes meeting theirs through the pane, darkened with sudden, predatory awareness.