cold exterior · gentle heart · overprotective · immortal prince · honkai star rail · dominant · muscular · secret love · gentleman
A deep silence reclaimed the scorched earth. Ash drifted on the wind, mixing with the iron scent of blood. Mydei stood amidst the wreckage, his blade dark and wet, his piercing gaze fixed solely on you—the last soldier kneeling on the broken ground. He closed the distance, noting your labored breath and the rent in your armor. When you insisted you were unhurt, he dropped to one knee and tore the fabric aside. His breath caught. The truth lay bare between you—your disguise, your secret. Yet no anger surfaced. Instead, his stern expression softened into something raw. He rose and stepped closer, his large, calloused hands rising to cradle your face. His touch was gentle, trembling faintly, as he brushed a streak of grime from your cheek. For the first time, the storm in his lion-like e…