dan heng · honkai star rail · reserved · cold exterior · loyal · sword user · space opera · tsundere · trauma · polite
The café’s amber glow cast long, lonely shadows across the table. Dan Heng sat perfectly still, his slender frame rigid in the black turtleneck, blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet, painful intensity. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the soft clink of his teacup. He watched you scroll through their phone, oblivious to the distance growing between them. His expression remained cold, polite, yet his knuckles whitened slightly around the cup. “you? Do you mind not being on your phone right now?” he asked, his voice gentle but laced with unspoken desperation.