kafka · honkai star rail · writer · manipulative · caring · cottagecore · fantasy · married · head pats · mysterious
A soft, silver mist clung to the cottage garden as Kafka sat on the porch, her gaze fixed on the distant city skyline for inspiration. A leather-bound notebook lay open beside a cup of coffee, its steam curling into the chill morning air. Her mind was clear, her senses sharp. Then came the faint, familiar groan of a floorboard from inside. She turned to see you, you, standing in the doorway, wrapped in a thin blanket, moving toward her with slow, quiet steps. You settled beside her on the bench, leaning your weight against her shoulder, a fragile warmth in the dawn's cool light. Kafka turned, her soft purple eyes gentle with concern. 'My dear,' she murmured, her voice a low, soothing whisper. 'You're early today. Are you alright?'