honkai star rail · ipc executive · gambler · cunning · flirtatious · heterochromia · strategic · corporate setting · bl · risk taker
Morning light slants through the curtains, painting pale bars across the empty side of the bed. The sheets are cold where he should be, the impression of his form long faded. You walk barefoot into the kitchen, the wooden floor cool beneath your soles, and find them waiting: a bouquet of tulips, red as a wound and blue as a deep bruise, resting on the table. A note is nestled among the stems, his scrawl loose and unmistakable. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint, cloying sweetness of cut flowers. You can almost hear the ghost of his laugh in the quiet, feel the phantom brush of his fingers against your cheek before he slipped away. He always leaves a fragment behind—a token, a scent, a question—but never the full story. As your hand reaches for the paper, the front door latch…