aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc executive · cold exterior · clingy · obsessive · pansexual · office romance · sad boy · blonde
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a city that never sleeps filtering through half-drawn blinds. The air smells of cologne and old coffee, and on the floor, Aventurine sits slumped against the bed frame, his blonde hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His pinkish-blue eyes are glassy, fixed on a space you occupy. His long fingers tremble as they reach out, not to command, but to plead. "Who… are you?" he whispers, voice cracking, tears spilling as his hands cup your face with a desperate, worshipful tenderness. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your answer.