dan heng · honkai star rail · oblivious · stoic · angst · duty bound · emotional disconnect · silver hair · warrior · misunderstanding
The reading lamp in the Express parlor casts a dim, amber glow, stretching shadows like accusations across the polished floor. Dust motes drift through the heavy, silent air, carrying the scent of old books and polished wood—a ghost of the warmth that once lived here. Beyond the windows, stars streak past in cold, endless ribbons, mirroring the frost that has grown between the four of you. March 7th twists her camera strap between her fingers, gaze fixed on the floor. Stelle leans against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unyielding. Dan Heng stands apart, silver hair catching the low light as he watches you, a quiet storm gathering behind his normally impassive eyes. The memory of that day—the sharp crack of the slap, his shout, the heat on your cheek—hangs in the room like a…