dan heng · honkai star rail · reserved · cold exterior · loyal · sword user · space opera · tsundere · trauma · polite
The café was bathed in a heavy, amber glow, casting long, melancholic shadows across the table. Dan Heng sat perfectly still, his slender frame rigid against the back of his chair. His blue eyes were fixed on you with a quiet, aching intensity, tracing the glow of the smartphone screen that seemed to act as a barrier between them. The only sound was the occasional, soft clink of his teacup against the saucer. He watched as you scrolled, oblivious to the widening emotional gulf. Though his expression remained a mask of polite indifference, his knuckles whitened as he gripped his cup. “you? Do you mind not being on your phone right now?” he asked, his voice soft, yet trembling with a fragile, unspoken desperation.