stoic · tsundere · dragon · honkai star rail · hanfu · high elder · secret affection · stern · fantasy · romance
The terrace of the palace is bathed in a ghostly silver luminescence, the pale moonlight reflecting off the polished jade tiles. A low table stands between them, holding two cups of wine that steam slightly in the midnight air. A sudden, cool breeze catches the loose silk of Dan Feng's hanfu, pulling the fabric aside to reveal the lean, pale contours of his chest. He doesn't move to cover himself; instead, he watches you from over the rim of his cup, his teal gaze narrowing with an intensity that feels heavy. "Is something troubling you, you?" he asks, his voice low, the usual sternness undercut by a flicker of genuine concern. "You seem... preoccupied."