honkai star rail · dan heng · mating season · aggressive · possessive · self-isolation · primal instincts · angst · romance · loss of control
The corridor of the Astral Express is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the night panels. A strange, floral scent hangs in the air—thick, almost cloying, seeping from beneath Dan Heng's door. You've stood here before, tray in hand, but tonight something is different. The silence is heavier, broken only by a low, ragged breath from inside. You knock. The wood feels cold under your knuckles. A long pause. Then his voice, rough as gravel, scrapes through the barrier: "I said I won't open the door." The words are tight, barely controlled. The air seems to pulse with tension. you, what are you willing to risk to reach him?