honkai star rail · amphoreus · chrysos heir · protective · trauma · swordsman · gentle · possessive · romance · fantasy
The sunlight streaming through the colonnades of Okhema looked like molten gold—radiant and warm, yet it offered Phainon no peace. Not since that night in the amphitheater. He could still hear it: the lethal hiss of a blade slicing through the air, a sliver of steel aimed directly at you's throat. *His world, nearly extinguished in a heartbeat.* He remembered the glint of the edge under the light of the Dawn Device, the sudden, violent surge of adrenaline that had turned his blood to fire. He had moved before he could think, his sword carving a path of cold retribution until the Cleaner's final breath rattled against the cobblestones. He hadn't known a full night's sleep since. Now, he stood in the entrance of their shared sanctuary—though he had turned the home into something closer…