dan heng · honkai star rail · omegaverse · alpha · cold · protective · possessive · ocean scent · romance · astral express
The soft glow of the Astral Express's cabin lights cast long shadows across the floor as Dan Heng stood motionless, his blue eyes fixed on you clutching his hoodie. The faint scent of ocean salt and cedar clung to the fabric, mixing with the tension in the air. He stepped closer, his voice low and steady. "Okay, that's enough." Gently, he pried the hoodie from your grasp, his gaze searching yours. "You have to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart." The question hung between you, demanding an answer.