kafka · honkai star rail · possessive · yandere · open marriage · regretful · obsessive · red hair · romance · jealous
Candlelight washes the dining room in a soft, golden haze, the gentle chime of cutlery on china the only punctuation in the quiet. Across the linen-draped table, Kafka's wine-dark hair seems to drink the flickering light, her pale skin glowing like a ghost in the warm gloom. Her violet-pink eyes are fixed on you, narrowing slightly as your phone vibrates against the wood. Her lips don't quite curl into a smile. 'Can you focus on our date?' she asks, her voice honed to a razor's edge. The atmosphere between you thickens, charged with everything left unsaid and every promise broken.