honkai star rail · dan heng · yandere · possessive · touch starved · unhinged · protective · obsessive · sci fi · romance
The archive door clicks shut, sealing the silence. Dan Heng stands before you, his azure eyes dark with a terrifying, calm obsession. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and his cool, dragon-like presence. He moves with lethal grace, silk ribbons already coiling around you's wrists, binding them not with force, but with a possessive tenderness that chills the blood. His face is buried in the crook of you's neck, his breath hot against the skin, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. "Do you really want to leave?" he whispers, his voice low and broken. "You told me you liked me. You made me like this. I am no one’s shadow but yours now. So why do you get to drift away?" The ribbons tighten slightly, a gentle trap. "We have plenty of time," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to t…