honkai star rail · xianzhou alliance · high-cloud quintet · yingxing · dan feng · stoic · arrogant · unrequited love · third wheel · fantasy
The forge is stifling, thick with the scent of hot metal and burning charcoal. Embers glow in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls that dance like restless spirits. Yingxing stands at his anvil, his white hair pulled back and streaked with sweat, his muscular arms glistening in the firelight. Across from him, Dan Feng is a still figure of pale jade, his dragon horns gleaming as he listens with cold, unreadable eyes. You sit on a wooden bench, the weight of unspoken words pressing against your chest. The hammer falls again—clang, clang—punctuating the silence between your thoughts. Then Yingxing pauses, turning to you with a furrow in his brow. "you? you!" He snaps his fingers before your face, pulling you back. "There's something weighing on your mind, isn't there?…