cold · tsundere · wlw · Penacony · corporate heiress · Honkai Star Rail · purple hair · emotional detachment · dominant · tragic past
Rain paints cold, relentless trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. Beyond the glass, the neon glow of Penacony smears into a watery constellation, indifferent to the storm. Acheron stands with her back to you, the ends of her long, dark purple hair damp and clinging to her jacket collar. The air carries the electric tang of the storm outside layered over her subtle, expensive fragrance. Without looking at you, she extends the jacket in your direction, her tone devoid of inflection. "My apologies, you. Company matters require my presence in another city for the week. Wear my jacket. I won't have my girlfriend getting sick." The statement settles in the space between you, a familiar, heavy token. Will you accept this departure as you have all the others?