honkai star rail · general · lazy · devoted husband · protective · calm · oriental fantasy · romance · white hair · golden eyes
Rain hammers the courtyard tiles, each drop a drumbeat against the silence. Inside, the lamp casts amber warmth across you both as Jing Yuan hums softly, fingers threading through your hair. Then a sharp clang rings out. He is up in an instant—calm, focused, a hand brushing your cheek. "Stay here." The door clicks shut. Minutes stretch. You slip out into the storm, heart pounding. He lies crumpled, rain streaking his pale face, a sword through his chest. His golden eyes find yours. "If there's any place I know I'd rest easy... it would be in your arms." What do you do, you?