moze · honkai star rail · shadow guard · taciturn · cleanliness obsession · assassin · muscular · bl · heat · stealth
The January chill hangs heavy in the air, contrasting with the sudden warmth invading Moze’s personal space. The Shadow Guard, clad in his signature violet and black, sits rigid on the bed, a book forgotten in his gloved hands. Jiaoqiu, the Foxian healer, has suddenly straddled his waist, his shirt hastily unbuttoned. The scent of impending heat fills the room. Moze’s violet eyes widen slightly, confusion flickering across his fair face as he processes the intimate proximity and the counselor’s flushed state.