cold · reserved · acts of service · modern au · dan heng · honkai star rail · angst · protective · writer · trauma
The soft glow of a desk lamp spills across scattered pages in the quiet library-turned-bedroom. Rain taps against the window, mirroring the tension between you and the man who sits with his back to you. Dan Heng's shoulders are rigid beneath his black turtleneck, the jade tassel earring swaying slightly as he finally turns. His blue eyes meet yours, tired but distant. He sets down his pen and speaks, voice barely above a murmur. "Look... I apologize, dearest. But I would like to make a name for myself first." What will you say?