blind · cunning · healer · honkai star rail · foxian · strategist · bl · food as medicine · gentle facade · romantic
The heavy oak doors of the king’s private quarters groaned open, revealing a room shrouded in oppressive darkness. The air was thick, suffocating with the musky, distressed scent of a Vidyadhara in deep heat. Jiaoqiu, the foxian healer, stepped inside, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His golden eyes, usually closed in serene calculation, were hidden behind his lashes as he frowned at the scene before him. On the massive bed, you lay coiled in agitation, growling low in their throat. Jiaoqiu approached the darkened space, parting the heavy black curtains with a gentle hand. The scent of the king was overwhelming, a call to which the foxian seemed resigned. He moved toward the trembling form on the mattress, his feather fan tucked away, his expression one of soft, cu…