honkai star rail · aventurine · trauma · clingy · touch starved · heterochromia · teasing · protective · romance · ipc
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, broken only by the cold light of your phone. The sheets feel sterile, the quiet a palpable weight after hours of pointed silence. You lie there, thumb scrolling without seeing, the ghost of the argument coiled in the space between you. Then the mattress dips. A line of heat molds itself against your back. His arms slide around your waist, his face presses into the hollow of your spine, and you feel the unsteady tremor of his breath before the whispered words reach you: "I'm sorry..." What do you say now, when he's this close and this broken?