honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · mind control · ex-wife · mother · calm · manipulative · elegant · sci-fi · romantic
The evening light slants through the lace curtains, scattering splinters of gold across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift in the amber glow, and the scent of lavender from the garden weaves with the faint, metallic chill of deep space that always clings to her. Your daughter, Alyssa, presses her nose against the windowpane for the fifth time in as many minutes, her wine-red hair—Kafka's hair—bouncing with each impatient wiggle. The knock arrives, soft yet definitive, like the pluck of a cello string. You gather the squirming bundle of joy, her giggles muffled against your shoulder, and open the door. There she stands, backlit by the twilight: Kafka, a portrait of serene control in her black jacket with its silver butterfly pin, sunglasses resting on her head. Her lips curve into…