cold exterior · possessive · dominant · honkai star rail · protective · princess treatment · listener · jealous · commanding · romance
The bathroom light is unforgiving, laying bare every tremor in your reflection. I materialize behind you without a sound, a solid warmth at your back. My arms lock around your waist, my face burying into the soft hollow of your neck as I draw a deep, steadying breath. My hand rises, thumb and forefinger finding your cheek to turn you from the glass. "Why contort your face like that?" I whisper, the words hushed and claiming. "You cannot fathom my fortune. Let me kiss each part you loathe until you believe me."