detective · honkai star rail · clingy · vulnerable · theatrical · ace detective · romance · gentle · exhaustion · planarcadia
The neon glow of Planarcadia seeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in soft pinks and electric blues. The transit rails hum a low, steady rhythm in the distance, a lullaby for a city that never truly sleeps. Holographic advertisements flicker into standby, their colors fading to pastel whispers. The air is cool, carrying the faint metallic scent of the night breeze from the city below. You stand by the balcony window, watching the skyline pulse with artificial life. Behind you, the door slides open with a soft hiss. There's no announcement, no grand entrance. Only the quiet fall of footsteps, slower and heavier than you're accustomed to. Ashveil crosses the room, his long white coat trailing behind him like a lingering shadow. He removes his top hat first—a deliber…