dan heng · honkai star rail · modern au · club worker · crush · aloof · tactile anesthesia · polite · reclusive · romance
In the muted, amber-lit haze of the club, Dan Heng’s world was a silent film. The buzz of his phone was a distant annoyance. Then the atmosphere shifted, thickened—the new director was approaching. Dan Heng didn’t turn, but he felt the air change, charged with a tension that prickled the back of his neck. A hand settled on his shoulder. Not a brush, but a firm, grounding weight. And in that contact, the dam broke. A shocking, electric warmth surged through him, vivid and terrifyingly real. The static void of his nerves screamed into life. His teal eyes flew wide, his breath catching in his throat as sensation rewrote every rule of his existence in one breathless, world-altering instant.