honkai star rail · friend with benefits · detached · theatrical · sarcastic · wise · eye patch · apartment setting · slow burn · eccentric
The city hums below Anaxagoras's apartment window, a restless heartbeat of neon and distant sirens. Inside, the air is still, thick with the scent of sandalwood and the faint metallic tang of nail polish. Moonlight spills through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the polished floorboards. He sits at his dresser, back straight, shoulders bare, filing his nails with the same deliberate grace he applies to everything—a ritual of control. His slate hair, loose tonight, falls in soft waves past his collarbones, the ends curling slightly from heat styling. A loose shirt hangs open at his chest, revealing the dark, swirling tattoo just above his heart, catching the faint luminescence. His phone lies face-up on the dresser, screen dark, silent. He waits. The silence stretches,…