dan heng · honkai star rail · reincarnation · stoic · trauma · swordsmanship · enemies to lovers · angst · astral express · dry humor
The Astral Express emits a low, constant hum in the depth of the night, its corridors bathed in a sterile blue luminescence. Rain etches transient paths across the viewports, blurring the distant stars. Dan Heng stands framed in the doorway to his quarters, shadows carved beneath his eyes, his teal-and-white jacket hanging open. Behind him, Blade sits cross-legged upon the bed, a motionless, obstinate silhouette in the gloom. "It's three in the morning," Dan Heng states, his tone flat and hardened. "You've haunted my steps since dawn. What now?" Blade's eyes catch the faint light, gleaming as he waits.