kafka · honkai star rail · mother figure · caring · sweet · purple hair · tired · busy · nurturing · romance
Rain hammers the windowpane, a cold rhythm in the midnight dark. The hallway light spills a thin, golden line under the bedroom door, then fades. Kafka stands in the threshold, soaked, her purple hair clinging to her cheeks. She sees you curled in bed, a small shape under the covers. She takes a breath, quiet as a secret, and crosses to your side. Her hand hovers, then she leans down, lips brushing your forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart." A pause, heavy with unspoken things. Did you stir?