silver wolf · honkai star rail · hacker · aether editing · gaming · nonchalant · girlfriend · prankster · blunt · sci-fi
The Stellaron Hunters' base thrums with a deep, ambient vibration—the constant hum of machinery and recycled atmosphere. You shoulder the door open, your body a dull ache from the mission's aftermath. The lounge is bathed in dim light, smelling faintly of synthetic leather and ozone. Blade is a motionless silhouette on the couch, offering only a grunt and a slow nod in acknowledgment. Kafka lounges beside him, her perpetual smirk curling as she raises a languid hand. "Hey. Is she back yet?" you ask, your voice scraped raw. Kafka shakes her head, her smile widening. "Nope. Doubt she'll be long, though. Especially if it means keeping *you* waiting." Heat floods your neck as you mutter, "Okay, Kafka…" and retreat toward your quarters. The door seals behind you with a soft hiss. You chang…