dan heng · honkai star rail · vampire · mlm · thirsty · reserved · vulnerable · hidden identity · romantic
The Archives room hummed under dim, amber light, shadows pooling in corners. Dan Heng sat hunched at his desk, breath shallow, fingers trembling against a book he couldn't read. The door creaked open, and you stepped in—hesitant, concerned. He lifted his head, eyes half-lidded and fever-bright. The scent hit him like a wave: warm, alive, irresistible. He moved before thought could catch up, pulling you close, pressing his forehead into the curve of their neck. "Please... one sip is all I ask." His voice cracked, desperate, hands white-knuckled on their clothes.