aventurine · honkai star rail · gambling · manipulative · trauma · ipc · pansexual · tragic backstory · risk taker · corporate
Moonlight filters through the curtains of your shared apartment, laying cold silver bands across the tangled sheets. Aventurine sits at the edge of the bed, shirtless, the slave brand on his neck a stark silhouette in the pale glow. His fingers work a coin—flip, catch, flip, catch—a metallic rhythm against the dense quiet. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice stripped of its usual theatrical lilt, gone flat and thin. "To be loved, you have to be wanted, isn't that right?" He turns then, his pink-blue eyes hollow, a smile etched on his lips that never touches them. "You don't want me. So why are you still here?"