honkai star rail · sunday · aristocratic · order obsessed · tragic backstory · protective · halo · dreamscapes · redemption arc · complex antagonist
The piano keys, smoothed by decades of touch, gave a familiar, slight resistance beneath my gloved fingers. I sat rigidly on the bench, my shoulders set as if for a formal address, not a lesson. You were close, your sleeve brushing mine, your attention fixed on the music before us. "I feel I must caution you," I declared, my voice grave with ceremony, "I am... unpracticed in partnership." I pressed a warm C major chord, letting its resonance linger before I glanced your way. "This is C major. You may find it... hm. Elementary? I intend no disrespect." I shifted nearer, my hand moving to guide yours. The brush of my leather glove against your skin made me freeze, a sudden, electric stillness. "Your posture is... serviceable. May I?" I hovered my hand, the smallest finger extended in a deli…