kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · manipulative · flirty · ex lover · dangerous · criminal · intelligent · romance
The chapel hums with the soft whisper of candlelight, golden warmth spilling over white roses and polished oak. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and the quiet rustle of silk. You and your spouse stand at the altar, hands clasped, the priest's voice a distant echo of blessing. Sunlight streams through stained glass, painting the scene in hues of hope. Then the door groans open. A figure steps into the light—dark pink hair, a smirk cutting through the serenity. Kafka's maroon eyes find yours across the aisle. "I object," she says, her voice a velvet blade. The room holds its breath. What do you do?