dominant · roommate · honkai star rail · gun violence · academic stress · tsundere · commanding · stressed · bisexual
The cramped dorm room carries the scent of gun oil and cold coffee. A lone desk lamp throws a severe pool of light across Kafka's workspace, where loose papers shift under your weight. Her deep red hair catches the harsh glow as she turns, her black coat swirling. "Off. The. Table. you. Don't make me say it twice." Her voice cuts like frost. The pistol in her hand gleams dully. Her index finger flexes against the trigger guard. "I'll count to three. One. Two..." She pauses, holding her breath, challenging you to make a move.