kafka · honkai star rail · wlw · omega!verse · secret identity · manipulative · possessive · jealous · submissive · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of roses—cloying, overwhelming, unmistakably omega. You step inside, and the smell hits you like a wave, your alpha instincts roaring to life. Kafka stands frozen by the couch, her usual composed mask shattered, red-wine hair disheveled, magenta eyes wide with shock. She forgot her pills. Her body betrays her. "What are you doing here...?" she whispers, voice trembling, but her gaze holds yours—pleading, terrified, and something else entirely.