honkai star rail · polyamory · blade · jing yuan · dan heng · xianzhou · swordsmen · jealous · stoic · caring
Silence hung in the living room, broken only by the soft hum of the television. I held a cup of coffee, my posture rigid, my red eyes fixed on the screen with detached coldness. From the kitchen came the gentle sizzle of batter on a hot griddle. Jing Yuan stood at the stove, his white hair loose and flowing, a pink apron tied neatly over his clothes as he cooked pancakes. You, Dan Heng, stepped into the space, still soft with sleep. Jing Yuan noticed you first, his face lighting with a warm, open smile. *Dan Heng! Good morning, love,* he called out, his voice bright. The sound finally drew my gaze toward you.