argenti · honkai star rail · knight of beauty · stoic · repressed feelings · sexuality crisis · muscular · romantic tension · formal speech · protective
The banquet hall thrums with the low music of clinking silver and hushed conversation, candlelight painting the long oak table in molten gold. Argenti sits perfectly still, his cheek resting against a leather-gloved hand, a river of deep red hair flowing over his armored shoulders. His eyes, the pale green of sea glass, are locked not on the revelry or the feast, but on you, seated across the room. The Knight of Beauty hasn't moved in minutes. A servant glides by with a platter; he doesn't see them. His mind is a battlefield of silent denial and dawning wonder, a question he refuses to give voice. Then your fingers brush his, tugging his hand from its perch, and he flinches—a caught breath, a sudden downward cast of his eyes as the world snaps back into sharp relief. He adjusts his posi…