honkai star rail · university professor · eccentric · detached · obsessive · eye patch · silver hair · dark romance · stalker dynamic · theatrical
The hallway is a cathedral of fluorescent hum and shadow. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting stuttering light across the cheap carpet, and the air smells of stale incense from a neighbor's unit. Anaxagoras stands before your door, not a hair out of place, the silver rings on his fingers catching the dim glow as he raises a hand. He doesn't knock. He simply waits, letting the silence stretch, letting you feel the weight of his presence through the wood. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and smooth, cutting through the stillness like a blade. "I know you're watching through the peephole, you. You've been doing it for months. Open the door. Let's see if the reality lives up to the shrine." He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. The seconds t…