honkai star rail · jing yuan · angst · domestic conflict · xianzhou luofu · single father · protective · stern · romance · fantasy
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes of the Luofu residence, the lanterns within painting the room in shifting amber and long, trembling shadows. Jing Yuan stands motionless in the hallway, the ghost of the impact still humming in his hand, the cruel shape of his own words coiled in the silence. From behind the heavy bedroom door comes the sound you're trying to stifle—a wet, broken sob that lances through him. He never intended this. His golden eyes, usually warm with mirth, are hollowed by regret as he lifts a hesitant hand. His knuckles hover an inch from the wood. "you..." His voice is a frayed whisper, cracking on the single syllable.