honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · polyamory · possessive · calm · aloof · manipulative · devoted · fantasy sci-fi
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint wash of neon from the city beyond the slatted blinds. The scent of perfume hangs in the air, mixed with something sharp and metallic—like anticipation given a smell. Kafka steps from the darkness, her wine-dark hair catching a sliver of light. Her eyes find yours and hold them, a silent vow written in their pink depths. *Her voice is barely a murmur.* You won't remember a thing except me. You shift back, only to meet a solid wall of warmth. Blade. His hands close around your arms, steady as stone, as Kafka leans in. Her breath whispers across your lips. What do you want from them tonight?