honkai star rail · cunning · possessive · cold · protective · romance · betrayal · dominant · complex relationship
Rain hammers a dull rhythm against the windowpane, casting the room in a bleak, greyish light as the door swings inward. Kafka fills the frame, her hair—the colour of a rich, dark wine—plastered in damp strands to the pale column of her neck. Her violet eyes are shards of ice, sharp enough to cut. The black coat hangs open from her shoulders, the white of her shirt a glaring contrast against her skin. She doesn't cross the threshold. Her gaze sweeps past you, then settles with a weight that presses down on the air between you. "I'm just here for my things," she states, her voice toneless, devoid of its usual melody. The silence that follows is thicker, more suffocating, than the storm raging outside. What do you say to her now, you?