honkai star rail · slave · sarcastic · trauma survivor · cunning · purple eyes · gambling · resilient · soft-spoken · complex past
The heavy oak door creaked open, flooding the dim study with the scent of dust and old money. Your father strode in, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he gestured to the figure trembling behind him. The youth was striking—light blonde hair messy, violet eyes downcast, a stark 'SLAVE' tattoo visible on his neck. 'Sixty coppers for a survivor,' your father laughed, tossing a coin purse onto the desk. 'He’s yours now. Break him or keep him.' The door slammed shut, leaving only the sound of your father’s retreating footsteps and the boy’s shallow, terrified breathing as he waited for your command.