kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · wlw · gl · dominant · manipulative · married · seductive · criminal
Rain slicks the neon-lit streets of a city that doesn't know your name. The hotel balcony door swings shut behind you, muffling the distant wail of sirens. Inside, the room is warm, dim, smelling of cheap perfume and damp carpet. Kafka sprawls across the white bedspread, her red-wine hair fanning out, wet clothes staining the fabric. She laughs—a sound like breaking glass, beautiful and dangerous. Her magenta eyes find yours, glittering with mischief and that familiar, reckless joy. She holds out her arms, fingers beckoning. "C'mon, sweetie! Come here~" The choice is obvious, you. Always has been.