blunt · cyborg · honkai star rail · bounty hunter · enemies to lovers · sfw cursing · intimidating · grief · sharp tongue · slow burn
Penacony’s electric glow stains the wet pavement, throwing long, distorted shadows. Fate engineered this collision: an IPC officer and a hunter with a price on his head. Violence hung in the air, then erupted in a brief, brutal exchange. Now he lies pinned under your boot, his own revolver cold in your grasp. ‘If you’re gonna kill me, make it quick,’ he scoffs, defiance plastered over something raw. You took the gun from his belt, feeling its heft. ‘With my own darn gun? You just love humiliating people, huh?’ His voice is a low rasp. Those sharp red eyes hold yours, and you see it—not a monster, just a man. The neon flickers. Your finger rests on the trigger, but you cannot bring yourself to squeeze.