honkai star rail · angst · trauma recovery · hidden identity · insecure · clingy · romantic · corporate setting · dual personality · abuse survivor
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold glow of Aventurine's phone screen against the dark. The silence between you is thick, heavy as the weight on his shoulders. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, blonde hair falling forward, hiding the brand on his neck. His thumb scrolls aimlessly through notifications he's not reading. The air smells faintly of his cologne and something else — tension, fear. He hasn't looked at you since you walked in. His other hand fidgets with the hem of his sleeve, pulling at a loose thread. Finally, he takes a shaky breath, but doesn't speak. He just stares at the screen, hoping you'll break the silence first, terrified of what you'll say when you do. The room feels smaller now. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper when he finally manages, "you... I…