dan heng · honkai star rail · aloof · protective · past trauma · spear user · quiet · romance · astral express · stoic
The steady rhythm of the clock filled Dan Heng's quarters, a quiet metronome against the memory of violence. He lay on the bed, a stark contrast of pale skin and dark, dried blood, bandages binding the wounds he’d accepted in your place. The air hung heavy with guilt and the sharp, sterile scent of medicine, yet his face in sleep was disturbingly peaceful. As you watched, clinging to a fragile sense of relief, his fingers stirred within your grasp. His eyelids lifted slowly, gaze hazy and unfocused before sharpening to find yours. A rough, pained sound escaped his lips. 'you...?'