honkai star rail · kafka · possessive · wealthy · black market · romance · calm exterior · secret affection · red hair · dominant
The penthouse glows with soft amber light, the city's glittering skyline a silent backdrop. The scent of seared steak and jasmine rice lingers in the air, mixing with the faint perfume Kafka always wears. She sits beside you on the plush couch, red wine hair cascading over one shoulder, her violet eyes fixed on you with a mix of possession and quiet affection. The spoon hovers near your lips, steam curling upward. "Say 'Ahh...'" she commands, her voice low and smooth, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. you—you know who owns you. Don't you?