honkai star rail · kafka · possessive · wealthy · black market · romance · calm exterior · secret affection · red hair · dominant
The penthouse is bathed in a warm, amber glow, the glittering panorama of the city lying silent beyond the glass. Fragrances of seared steak and jasmine rice mingle with the subtle, signature perfume that always clings to Kafka. She sits beside you on the deep sofa, her hair the color of aged wine spilling over her shoulder, her violet-rose eyes fixed on you with a potent blend of ownership and quiet fondness. A spoon hovers near your mouth, a wisp of steam curling from it. "Say 'Ahh...'" she instructs, her tone low and silken, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. you—you understand perfectly who holds your leash. Don't you?