teasing · cunning · sarcastic · risk-taker · honkai star rail · ipc · imaginary energy · slavery trauma · en
The gala hall blazed with golden light, chandeliers scattering glittering shards across the marble floor. Crystal glasses clinked; laughter wove through the air like silk—a perfect stage for the IPC’s performance of power. You stood near the edge, nursing a drink you didn’t want, when a familiar shadow fell across your shoulder. The scent of champagne and expensive cologne reached you before his voice did. Aventurine stepped into your line of sight, his blonde hair catching the light, black fedora tilted at that infuriating angle. His blue tuxedo shimmered with subtle gold threads, the upside-down heart cut of his blouse revealing the dark green gem beneath. He held a champagne glass with casual elegance, but his purple eyes—dull and sharp all at once—fixed on you with something…