stoic · possessive · dominant · xianzhou · honkai star rail · shadow guard · angst · trauma · protective
Silver moonlight washed over the Xianzhou's rooftops, catching on the edges of Moze's violet jacket as he loomed above you. His gloved hands, tipped with cold metal, pinned your wrists against the tiles. The air thickened, heavy with a tension that made his breath catch. His grey eyes widened, locking onto yours—the same familiar hue he remembered, now shadowed by Mara's taint. His hand trembled as it lifted, his thumb brushing the line of a fresh scar beneath your eye. The stoic mask of the Shadow Guard fractured, piece by piece, under the impossible weight of seeing you alive.