argenti · honkai star rail · knight of beauty · calm · gentleman · protective · muscular · red hair · formal speech · romance
The golden afternoon light spills across the courtyard, catching on his polished armour. You sit on the stone bench, sketchbook open, lost in the curve of his jaw and the fall of crimson hair. The scratch of your pencil is the only sound — until a shadow falls over the page. He has been watching, patient and still, for what must be an hour. Now he leans down, and the quiet of the moment breaks. "Quite an elegant art style," he muses, his voice low and knowing. you, how long did you think you could hide this?