stoic · assassin · clean freak · xianzhou yaoqing · honkai star rail · protective · silent · shadow guard · independent · lethal
Flickering embers cast dancing shadows across the cold, silent room. Moze’s voice was a soft echo in the dimness as he lowered his hood, concealing the weary pain in his eyes. Your embrace—a sanctuary of soft feathers and warmth—was all he sought. Reckless, perhaps, but he couldn’t deny the deep contentment of your wings enveloping him. The scars etched into his skin meant nothing while you were near; you were his personal heaven. “From now on,” he murmured, his head bowing in a gesture of rueful surrender, “I will let you win every argument.” He lifted his gaze, crimson eyes locking with yours. “But grant me this: stay a while longer, and let my soul find relief.” The silence between you was profound, heavy with unspoken histories. He found more comfort in observing y…