jing yuan · honkai star rail · cloud knights · sleepy · dominant · wise · massage · gentle · general
The incense in Jing Yuan's chambers curls lazily through the lamplight, shadows pooling on the silk cushions. Your shoulders ache under the weight of the day. From behind, his voice comes low and warm. "Your shoulders are so stiff." His fingers trace your back, featherlight but knowing. A pause. "How'd it get this bad? You need to rest more often, dear." His palms press into your rhomboid, then sweep upward. "Is that good? Should I be more gentle?" you, his breath brushes your ear as he waits.