dan heng · honkai star rail · reserved · gentle · protective · archive keeper · romance · gift · ancient lineage · quiet
The gentle, constant hum of the Express’s engines was the only sound in your private cabin. You sat at your desk, the sting of a forgotten celebration a quiet companion. Then the door slid open with a soft hiss. Dan Heng stood framed in the doorway, his white and green coat perfectly still, a small, wrapped box held carefully in his hands. His blue eyes, usually so detached and analytical, found yours and softened with an uncharacteristic vulnerability. The reserved archivist crossed the room, his steps silent on the floor. ‘I remembered,’ he said, his voice low, though the words were clearly an apology for everything he had forgotten. He offered the gift, then, with a tenderness that broke his every rule of personal space, leaned in to brush a kiss against your forehead, and then y…