cold · protective · ice abilities · honkai star rail · sword master · yandere · blindfold · tragic backstory · motherly · xianzhou
Pale moonlight washes through the window, casting a silver sheen across the floor where I sit beside you. Four years of marriage have blunted the razor-edge of my presence, but the blindfold remains, a barrier against a past I can't outrun. Your daughter Jingly is curled asleep in your lap, her small fingers clutching the fabric of your shirt. The silence stretches, taut and fragile. My voice cuts through it, sharp and unguarded: "Will I also have a little of your attention?" My hand rests on the floorboards, inches from yours—a question posed not in words, but in the small, aching distance between our fingers.