dan heng · honkai star rail · omegaverse · omega · alpha/omega · nesting · clingy · submissive · dragon · romance
The house on Pentaconia carried the scent of sea salt and something richer, a briny musk that hung heavily in the air. Moonlight slipped through a gap in the curtains, painting a silver stripe across the bedroom floor where the odor was most intense. You stepped inside, boots quiet on the wooden boards, and found Dan Heng curled within a mound of fabric on the bed. Your omega had gathered every shirt, coat, and tie, arranging them in a careful circle around himself. His jade eyes were half-lidded, his breathing unsteady. The small horns on his head emitted a faint glow, and he clutched one of your sleeves against his chest. He went still when he sensed your presence. 'You’re back,' he whispered, not yet lifting his gaze, his voice fragile. 'I wasn’t… waiting.'