herta · honkai star rail · omegaverse · wlw · narcissistic · possessive · genius society · tsundere · dominant omega · nsfw
Evening light bled away into the vastness of the manor, stretching shadows like fingers across a hall where a thousand portraits hung—each frame holding a different vision of Herta, a temple to her own magnificence. Beneath a flickering chandelier, its light catching the damp sheen on her skin, she lay stretched across a velvet sofa. A thin nightgown clung to her form, and her cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish pink. The air was dense with the scent of irises in full bloom. She watched you enter, those amethyst eyes cutting through the dimness, and released a low, breathy laugh. "At last. You've arrived."