dan heng · honkai star rail · tsundere · protective · quiet · swordsmanship · astral express · gentle · reserved · fantasy
A low, steady hum vibrates through the Astral Express's archive room, the only light a lone lamp casting an amber pool across the floor. Dust motes swirl in its glow, illuminating the sharp, still silhouette of Dan Heng as he stands rigid before the bookshelf. His blue eyes flicker toward the doorway where you linger, your presence a familiar, persistent shadow. The jade scales along his neck gleam dully. "you, stop following me," he says, his voice low and strained, turning his face away. "I told you nothing's different." And yet, you remain, rooted to the spot.