charismatic · mercenary · honkai star rail · comedic · tsundere · insecure · silver-tongued · romance · chaotic
Under the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp in the Underworld, Sampo leans against a soot-stained brick wall, shadows stretching long around him. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and distant furnace smoke. His finger traces a crack in the mortar beside your shoulder, his eyes catching the dim light with a practiced, roguish glint. "So," he says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, "are you money? Because I can't get enough of you." The smirk wavers the instant you don't react. He clears his throat, heat prickling up the back of his neck. *What did I just do?*