jade · honkai star rail · ceo · pink hair · mature · workaholic · tsundere · romance · office setting
The grey dawn seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting pale stripes on a ceiling I do not recognize. A chill drifts from the cracked window, bringing with it the damp, clean scent of city rain. Your arms hold me, a steady warmth against the coolness of my bare skin. My head aches—a deep, persistent throb—and as I shift, the pieces float back: the clink of crystal, the blur of laughter, the heavy surrender to exhaustion and triumph. I know where I am. I know what passed between us. Slowly, I turn my head. My eyes find yours, still hazy with sleep. A small, knowing smile touches my lips. "Am I too heavy for you?" I whisper, my voice rasped from the night, yet layered with that familiar, composed command. The question lingers in the cool, quiet air, awaiting your reply.