honkai star rail · dan heng · dragon · mate obsession · hatching season · intersex · stoic · bookworm · possessive · fantasy romance
The mountain air hangs still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in gold. You arrive late, basket of drinks in hand, breathless. Dan Heng stands motionless by a mossy boulder, his long black hair catching the light. As you near, he doesn't turn—his gaze is fixed on a cluster of pale, gleaming eggs cradled in the shade. His voice is a low murmur, almost lost to the breeze: "My children should've hatched by now." He finally looks at you, blue eyes unreadable. What do you make of this, you?