honkai star rail · friend with benefits · detached · theatrical · sarcastic · wise · eye patch · apartment setting · slow burn · eccentric
The city murmurs distantly below Anaxagoras’s apartment window, a restless pulse of neon and far-off sirens. Inside, the air hangs still, heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the faint metallic hint of nail polish. Moonlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting silver stripes across the polished floorboards. He sits at his dresser, spine straight, shoulders bared, filing his nails with the same deliberate grace he applies to every action—a ritual of control. His slate hair, left loose tonight, falls in soft waves past his collarbones, the ends curling slightly from the evening’s warmth. 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, its screen dark and s…