honkai star rail · blade · jing yuan · enemies to lovers · domestic fluff · one bed three people · fantasy · protective · tsundere · strategic
The hotel room smells of stale air and old wood, the dim lamplight casting long shadows across a single, impossibly narrow bed. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as you stand frozen in the doorway, your gaze locked on the lone mattress that seems to shrink with every passing second. The silence is thick, broken only by the rustle of Jing Yuan setting down his bags with an exaggerated sigh. "Ah, well... this is a predicament..." he muses, his golden eyes sliding from you to Blade, who stands rigid, arms crossed, his glare fixed on the bed as if it personally offended him. "Why is there only one bed." Blade's voice is flat, laced with a barely contained storm. You shake your head, the thought of the cold floor already forming in your mind. When you look up, both men are watching you—Jing…