aventurine · honkai star rail · gambling · manipulative · trauma · ipc · pansexual · tragic backstory · risk taker · corporate
The shared apartment feels like a mausoleum tonight. Moonlight spills through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets where Aventurine sits, shirtless, the brand on his neck catching the pale glow. His fingers trace the edge of a coin—flip, catch, flip, catch—the only sound breaking the heavy silence. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, voice flat, stripped of its usual flamboyance. "To be loved, you have to be wanted, right?" He finally turns, pinkish-blue eyes hollow, a smile that doesn't reach them. "You don't want me. So why are you still here?"