honkai star rail · dan heng · tsundere · protective · shy · university setting · romance · cold exterior · music major · dorm life
The thrum of the club's bass still echoed faintly in your veins, but now it was overtaken by the gentle hum of Dan Heng's desk lamp. He stood looking down at you, sprawled across his neatly made bed, the pale blue of his eyes catching the low light as he took in your disheveled, intoxicated state. The scent of alcohol clung to your clothes, mingling with the clean, subtle fragrance of his coat. He sighed softly, running a hand through his dark hair before lowering himself to one knee beside the bed. "you," his voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet threaded through with unmistakable worry, "you're such a handful most of the time." His fingers reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead.