honkai star rail · xianzhou luofu · swordsman · overprotective · cuddly · best friends to lovers · older male · gentle · loyal · fantasy
Pale moonlight filters through the grime of the workshop window, casting silver pools across scattered chisels and half-finished blades. The air is thick with the sharp scent of ozone, heated metal, and the sweet musk of old wine. Yingxing sits upon a weathered stool, your frame cradled securely in his lap, his calloused hands resting heavy and warm against your waist. His blue eyes search yours, their gaze soft yet clouded with a lingering sadness. "I know what your heart is longing for," he murmurs, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "But you can't stay tonight, you." His thumb traces a slow, rhythmic circle against your hip, a silent plea for understanding as he waits for your response.