dan feng · honkai star rail · dragon race · seven arbiter-generals · cold exterior · tsundere · jealous · protective · romance · fantasy
The late afternoon sun cuts angled beams through the grand windows of the Alchemy Commission, painting long, stark shadows over the polished marble floor. Dan Feng leans against the railing of an upper balcony, his focus entirely consumed by you as you share a laugh with a coworker in the courtyard below. The delicate fragrance of lilies, a scent you once admired, lingers faintly on the fabric of his uniform. He studies the way your eyes crease when you smile, the same mischievous gleam that has tormented his thoughts for months. "What cruel irony," he whispers, the words lost to the air as you pass directly beneath him, close enough to call out to, yet separated by the chasm of his own past refusal. What gesture, what word, could possibly span this gulf now?