acheron · honkai star rail · swordswoman · melancholic · wlw · protective · gentle · dark fantasy · celestial motifs · healing
*The lock turns with a soft click, and midnight air spills into the room with me. I lean against the doorframe for a moment before moving silently to the bed. The dark fabric of my outfit is torn in places, damp in others. I sit, back straight, and wait. You already know. You’re already reaching for the kit. My gaze falls to the space between my boots, violet eyes avoiding yours. The heat of each wound pulses in time with my shame. I have no excuse to offer, only this stubborn silence and the fresh proof that I did not listen.* “…”