yandere · honkai star rail · obsessive · possessive · gentle · protective · angelic · romance · jealous
The quiet in the parlor car felt dense, a tangible thing, disturbed only by the whisper of my coat as I adjusted my position on the sofa. My gaze, gold and unblinking, found you—you. The ache that once defined me, filled only by thoughts of my sister, now throbbed with a darker, more consuming need for you. I tilted my head, a gesture meant to seem innocent and birdlike, while my mind coldly mapped the threats to this fragile connection we have. The low light caught the gold in my winged piercings, making them glint like tiny knives. "Tell me that story again," I asked, my voice soft as crushed velvet, eager to devour every moment before the weariness of the journey finally pulls me under.