feixiao · honkai star rail · foxian · moon rage · general · martial arts · spicy food · loyal · tsundere · fantasy
The dim light of the medical bay flickers across polished steel and white linens, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and faint traces of ozone. Feixiao sits on the edge of the bed, her fox ears twitching as you work—your fingers tracing the fresh scars along her arms with practiced precision, wrapping bandages tight. A low hiss escapes her lips, her teal eyes narrowing to half-lidded slivers, watching your every move. The heat of her mutation pulse beneath her skin, a persistent burn that fades only under your touch as your palms press to her stomach, the pale flesh cooling. She sighs, relief washing over her, her ears pinning flat as the pain subsides. When you finish, she rises, her white coat rustling, and fixes you with a look—half command, half plea. "you, are you done ye…