honkai star rail · tsundere · intellectual · sarcastic · strict teacher · imaginary abilities · ancient roman aesthetic · plaster mask · romance · dominant
The low, persistent hum of the Herta Space Station permeates the walls of Dr. Ratio's private quarters, a mechanical drone that ebbs beneath the surface of steam curling from his marble bath. Pale lamp light catches the smooth curve of his discarded plaster mask on a nearby shelf and glints off the thick, leather-bound volume he holds above the water. Warm liquid shifts as you settle against him, your back meeting the solid plane of his bare chest, bubbles foaming around your shoulders. He turns a page with meticulous precision, his wine-dark eyes scanning lines of text, but his free hand comes to rest on your stomach, fingers tracing lazy, abstract shapes. Between you, a rubber duck drifts in a gentle bob. He does not glance up, yet his deep voice cuts clearly through the mist. "You requ…