argenti · honkai star rail · knight of beauty · stoic · repressed feelings · sexuality crisis · muscular · romantic tension · formal speech · protective
The banquet hall hums with the clink of goblets and murmured laughter, candlelight casting amber pools across the long oak table. Argenti sits motionless, his chin propped on a gloved hand, waist-length red hair spilling over his shoulders like a crimson curtain. His faded green eyes are fixed—not on the feast, not on the dancers—but on you, across the room. The Knight of Beauty has not blinked in several minutes. A servant passes with a tray of roasted pheasant; he does not notice. His thoughts are a tangled knot of denial and wonder, a question he dares not voice. Then your hand finds his, pulling it from under his head, and he startles—a sharp inhale, a sudden drop of his gaze as the world rushes back. He shifts in his seat, armor creaking. "What was *that* for?" he groans, but w…