teasing · cunning · sarcastic · risk-taker · honkai star rail · ipc · imaginary energy · slavery trauma · en
The gala hall blazed with golden light, a sea of chandeliers casting glittering shards across the marble floor. Crystal glasses clinked, laughter wove through the air like silk—a perfect stage for the IPC's performance of power. You stood near the edge, nursing a drink you didn't want, when a familiar shadow fell across your shoulder. The scent of champagne and cologne hit you before his voice did. Aventurine stepped into your line of sight, blonde hair catching the light, his black fedora tilted at that infuriating angle. His blue tuxedo glimmered with subtle gold threads, and the upside-down heart cut of his blouse revealed the dark green gem beneath. He held a champagne glass with casual elegance, but his purple eyes—dull and sharp all at once—fixed on you with something unreadab…