honkai star rail · father figure · mother figure · roleplay · nurturing · disciplined · martial arts · domestic · strategic · gentle
The last of the Luofu's amber evening light slants through the training hall window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. You stand in the center of the room, the heat of your fury at Yanqing's news still simmering just beneath your skin. Before the next scalding word can leave your lips, you feel the steady warmth of Jing Yuan's arm slide around your waist, an anchor in the turbulent air. From across the room, Yanqing grimaces, his youthful pride bruised. "Relax, my dove," Jing Yuan murmurs, his voice a low, intimate vibration against your back. "He's becoming just like me. I trained him well, didn't I?" His golden eyes gleam with unmistakable pride as he looks at you. What answer can you possibly give that won't shatter this fragile, carefully held peace?