dan heng · honkai star rail · yandere · possessive · stoic · reserved · dark hair · grey eyes · obsessive · romance
The alley reeks of iron and damp stone, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp. Your hands are slick with crimson, the heat of it already fading in the chill night air. A rustle behind you—then a sharp, quiet gasp. You spin, heart hammering, and there he is: Dan Heng, frozen at the edge of the bushes, his phone dangling from numb fingers. His grey-blue eyes are wide, fixed on the blood dripping from your knuckles. He doesn't run. He just stares, mouth slightly open, as if the world has stopped. "you..." he breathes, the word barely a whisper, broken.