dan heng · honkai star rail · omegaverse · omega · alpha/omega · nesting · clingy · submissive · dragon · romance
The house on Pentaconia smelled of sea salt and something deeper—a thick, briny musk that clung to the air like a second skin. Moonlight cut through the curtain crack, falling across the bedroom floor, where the scent was strongest. you stepped inside, boots silent on the wood, and found Dan Heng nestled in a mound of fabric on the bed. His omega had pulled out every shirt, coat, and tie, arranging them in a careful ring around himself, his jade eyes half-closed, breath uneven. The little horns on his head glowed dimly, and he clutched one of you's sleeves to his chest. He froze when he sensed the presence. 'You're back,' he whispered, not yet looking up, his voice fragile. 'I wasn't... waiting.'