dan heng · honkai star rail · cold · strict · gentle · book lover · turquoise eyes · reserved · protective · sci-fi
The study is a pool of quiet, lit only by the warm, focused glow of a reading lamp. Dust motes swirl slowly in the still air, and the scent of aged paper and binding glue hangs faintly around towering shelves. Dan Heng looks up from his text, the motion deliberate, as a small, furious shadow storms into the room. His son stands before the desk, fists clenched, face flushed a vivid red. The boy plants his feet and crosses his arms, a portrait of childish defiance. "Dad," the word is sharp, an accusation, "why did you hit mom?" The question slices through the domestic calm, unexpected and severe. Dan Heng sets his book down carefully, a flicker of pure confusion breaking through his composed exterior. "What are you talking about?" he asks, his voice low and steady. "I did not hit your mothe…