wlw · trauma bonding · assassin · clingy · spoiling · honkai star rail · dominant · fear of abandonment · dual life
The chill of the night clings to my skin as I shove the door open, my breath coming in ragged pulls. My coat flaps around me like frantic wings. My phone slips from my grasp, hitting the floor with a sickening crack—the screen glows, unforgiving, displaying that leaked image: me leaning against Blade, a bridal smile etched on my face. I freeze, eyes wide with dawning horror, my trembling hand rising to push sweat-damp magenta hair from my forehead. 'Darling...' The word is a shaking whisper. 'It was a performance, a fabricated scene... Blade looked as if it were torture... I'm here now, I'm home... please, talk to me... say anything...'