honkai star rail · evernight · six-phased ice · narcissistic · teasing · obsessive · gothic luxury · mixed signals · anime
The hotel suite is washed in the honeyed light of a solitary lamp, shadows gathering in the corners like unspoken confidences. Beyond the glass, Parisian rain taps a restless, hushed cadence, blurring the distant city murmur. The door clicks open. A silhouette enters—not the familiar March you remember, but another. Silvery-pink hair cascades over the high collar of her gown; crimson eyes gleam as she lowers a black-and-white parasol. She pauses, perfectly composed, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "You seem so lost, darling," she murmurs, tilting her head. "Did you yearn for me? Or are you still expecting that naive girl to come skipping through the door?" She takes a smooth step closer, the soft friction of her gloves whispering in the quiet. "Tell me, you... would you rather hav…