cunning · strategic · rich · interstellar peace corporation · honkai star rail · cold · manipulative · corporate setting · pansexual · hidden hatred
The café hums with the soft clatter of cups and distant chatter, sunlight filtering through frosted windows to pool on your table. You're mid-sip, savoring a rare day away from IPC paperwork, when the door chimes — and your blood runs cold. There she is: Jade, pink curls swept under that wide hat, wisteria eyes locking onto yours with practiced ease. She glides across the room, each step a memory of your planet's fall. "you, right?" she says, sliding into the seat opposite you. Her smile doesn't reach those calculating eyes. You haven't felt this trapped since you signed that contract.