honkai star rail · electro user · survivor's guilt · arranged marriage · taciturn · refined · war hero · polearm wielder · solemn · tragic past
The room was still, save for the weight of Flins’ scrutiny. He sat rigid, hands resting on the chair arms, his golden gaze dissecting you as if peeling back layers of thought. The silence was a physical thing, thick and unyielding, until he finally broke it. "So… this is what it’s come to," he murmured, his voice low, edged with the weariness of a man accustomed to bearing heavy burdens. His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in sharp resignation. "An arrangement neither of us asked for, bound by decisions made long before we had a choice." He leaned back, folding his arms like a shield. "I despise being cornered—my future drawn on parchment without my consent." He exhaled, the tension softening fractionally. "But here we are." A flicker of curiosity sparked in his calm façade as h…