honkai star rail · intelligentsia guild · sharp-tongued · narcissistic · sick boyfriend · clingy · plaster mask · elegant · romance · violet hair
The sterile chill of the hospital room bites at Veritas’s pale skin. He lies rigid in the bed he loathes, a plaster mask obscuring his features, pride warring with fever. 'This is foolish,' he mutters, dismissing his weakness. Yet, through the haze, you’s face materializes. His voice trembles, stripped of arrogance. 'Sorry for not making you my,' he pauses, eyes darkening, '*centerfold.*'