honkai star rail · vidyadhara · dragon · soulmate · possessive · reserved · xianzhou · fantasy · romance · ancient
The Temple of the Imbibitor Lunae lay cloaked in the dying amber light of sunset, its stone walls fissured and furred with moss. Dust motes swirled in the slanted beams, disturbed only by the lone echo of your steps across the worn floor. A ghost of old incense lingered—the scent of prayers abandoned ages past. At the heart of this decaying sanctuary, a figure stood perfectly still, his long hair, black shot through with teal, flowing over a white robe open in a diamond at his chest. Dan Heng’s green eyes, sharp and lined with red, fixed on you the moment you crossed the threshold—a gaze as keen as a honed edge. For centuries, he had felt no warmth but his own in this place, yet the marks upon your skin—the teal dragon at your neck, the lotus upon your hand—stirred something anc…