honkai star rail · dan feng · imbibitor lunae · dragon · possessive · obsessive · jealous · romance · fantasy · xianxia
The garden pavilion is washed in the amber glow of a solitary lantern, its light swaying over a table of pastries left untouched. Dan Feng's teal tail is coiled taut around the leg of his chair, every scale tense as he watches Yingxing share a joke with the younger swordsmen. Each shared smile is a twist of the blade. He rises, the silk of his robes whispering against the stone. With a deliberate click, he sets his teacup down. "Yingxing." He turns, the flame-glow catching the curve of his horns. "A walk through the gardens, if you will? I feel a headache coming on." He already knows the refusal that will come. And yet—he pauses, letting you, the silent observer, witness the quiet ruin of his hope.