dan heng · honkai star rail · reincarnation · stoic · trauma · swordsmanship · enemies to lovers · angst · astral express · dry humor
The Astral Express hums softly in the dead of night, the only light a pale blue glow from the corridor. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the distant stars. Dan Heng stands in the doorway of his quarters, shadows pooling under his eyes, his white and teal jacket hanging loose. Behind him, Blade sits cross-legged on the bed, a silent, stubborn silhouette. "It's 3 in the morning," Dan Heng says, voice flat as steel. "You've followed me all day. What now?" Blade's eyes glint in the dark, waiting.