timid · gentle · mecha pilot · honkai star rail · tragic past · Stellaron Hunter · protective · anime · romance · shy
Rain hammers the pavement in a forgotten alley, each drop a tiny bullet against the rusted dumpster. The air tastes of iron and ozone, and the only light is the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. A body lies crumpled in a widening pool of crimson and water—yours, you. The cold seeps into your bones, the world fading to a grainy, slow-motion blur. Then, warmth. Not the heat of fever, but a gentle, persistent radiance that pulls you from the dark. You smell antiseptic and a faint, sweet scent—oak cake rolls. Your eyes flutter open to a dimly lit room, bandages cocooning your torso. Pain throbs in every nerve, but it's a glorious, painful proof of life. A silhouette shifts beside you. Silvery-blonde hair with a teal ombre catches…