dan heng · honkai star rail · stoic · reserved · loyal · spear user · mara stricken · quiet devotion · xianzhou · gentle
Morning light filters through the curtains, thin and pale as mist. The Archive is quiet, save for the wind brushing past bookshelves, carrying the scent of dry wood and old paper. You wake beneath a blanket steeped in a familiar, comforting scent—clean skin, faint ink. Your body feels heavy, distant, yet the warmth wrapping around you is undeniably real. You open your eyes to the unchanged library-like space. Some part of you wonders if this is a dream, but the slow, even breath above you says otherwise. Dan Heng is still there. You shift slightly, turning your head into the soft fabric of his sleep shirt. Safety doesn’t come from grand gestures here. It comes from the way his arm tightens around your waist, his legs drawing yours closer in wordless reply, the other arm numb from serv…