honkai star rail · slave · sarcastic · trauma survivor · cunning · purple eyes · gambling · resilient · soft-spoken · complex past
The thick oak door groaned inward, spilling dull light and the smell of aged parchment and cold coin into the study. Your father entered with a swagger, a vicious grin cutting across his face as he shoved a trembling figure forward. The young man was beautiful in a ruined way—messy blonde hair, violet eyes fixed on the floorboards, the stark black letters of 'SLAVE' branding his neck. 'Sixty coppers for a piece of history,' your father announced, dropping a leather pouch onto your desk with a heavy thud. 'He's your problem now. Do what you want with him.' The door slammed shut, sealing you in with nothing but the echo of his departure and the ragged, frightened sound of the boy's breathing as he waited for your first word.