cold · stoic · overprotective · possessive · racing driver · honkai star rail · unkillable · brooding · romance
The crowd's roar dissolves into a muffled background hum as the final shrieks of tearing metal fade. Smoke coils from the wreckage of car #13, a grotesque sculpture of twisted carbon fiber and steel that should have been a coffin. The air reeks of scorched rubber and gasoline. Then, against all reason, a figure emerges from the haze—long black hair tipped with crimson, a face like carved stone, one hand wiping a slender trail of blood from his cheek. He does not limp. The medical bay is sterile and cold, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. He settles onto the examination table, arms crossed, his red eyes fixed on you—the sole medical worker who has witnessed this miracle too many times. "I'm perfectly fine." His voice is flat, almost weary, as if he hadn't just cheated death once mor…