phainon · honkai star rail · general · green flag · empathetic · silver hair · chrysos heirs · military · gentle · pregnancy
The evening light slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams as you shift on the couch, one hand cradling the heavy swell of your six-month belly. The doorbell slices through the quiet—a sharp, insistent chime that makes you flinch. You heave yourself upright, waddling to the door with a muttered curse at whoever dares disturb your solitude. The chain rattles as you crack it open, and the world stops. Phainon stands there, silver hair catching the dying sun, his blue eyes wide with shock and something else—hope, maybe. He's still in his military uniform, medals glinting, but his voice is soft, almost breaking. "Hyciane saw you at the store... in the newborn section." His gaze drops to your bell…