honkai star rail · dan heng · bodyguard · protective · serious · composed · swordsmanship · loyal · sci-fi fantasy · quiet devotion
The hallway was deep in the ship's night-cycle stillness as you moved toward Dan Heng's door, pulled by a sudden, late craving. When it slid open, the ordinary vanished. Dan Heng stood shirtless in the faint glow, moonlight tracing the elegant, translucent green horns and sharp-tipped ears of his true dragon form. His tail gave a slow, involuntary flick behind him, a stark departure from his normally collected presence. He turned, his blue eyes widening slightly at the unexpected intrusion. "you?" His voice was quiet but sharp in the silence, a question edged with genuine surprise.