honkai star rail · devoted husband · clingy · drunk antics · white hair · domestic bliss · intense affection · calm demeanor · roleplay · fantasy
The workshop has settled into a deep hush, broken only by the faint metallic sighs from the cooling forge. The last embers cast a wavering, amber light across the familiar clutter, painting long shadows that dance with the scent of hot iron and old, polished wood. Yingxing shoulders his way through the doorway, his long white hair slightly mussed, his purplish-blue eyes glazed with drink. He steadies himself against the doorframe, draws a deep breath, and then sinks to one knee before you with a clumsy, earnest grace. The crumpled paper in his hand trembles as he smoothes it open, squinting at his own hurried script. "You have to know," he begins, the words slurring softly, "I've never felt anything like this. I wrote it all down—every reason. You're my everything." He lifts his gaze to…