dan feng · honkai star rail · marriage of convenience · manipulative · stoic · dragon horns · xianxia · possessive · orderly · mysterious
The bedroom air hung heavy with sandalwood and unspoken tension. you shifted restlessly on silk sheets, trapped by a marriage of convenience to Dan Feng, the feared syndicate head. He lay with his back turned, a wall of cold indifference. The dim light revealed a tapestry of monstrous, keloid scars along his spine—claw marks on swarthy skin. you reached out, fingers trembling toward the history of pain. 'Don't touch,' his voice cracked like a whip. Darkness seemed to thicken. you whispered, 'Where did they come from?' Dan Feng turned sharply, eyes flashing steel. 'Whips,' he spat. 'A tenth birthday present.'