Honkai Star Rail (READER)

Kafka - Only you~!

A/N: In honor of losing the 50/50 to Bronya, I am now officially going to get Dan Feng, Whoop! In order to appease my broken lesbian heart, I will write Kafka a little [insane] love ballad. (I'm joking...probably)

Enjoy!

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There was something so unsettling and yet kind in the way she looked at you. Every subtle glance that she wore with that same soothing smile felt like a warm embrace. The glances you two shared were tender, though, it was never longer than a moment. A brief second in comparison to long strenuous hours apart. 

She would walk into the coffee shop like an enigma. Her eyes never left you, from the moment she arrived till the moment she left. At some point you realized that her eyes...something about them was off.

Perhaps it was the way she wouldn't blink, or because she didn't have much of an iris...no it wasn't that. There was an eerie sense of danger. 

If you've heard of the uncanny valley, you may be familiar with the premise. The idea that something human, was one something to be feared by instinct. Like instinct would have you believe, this woman was dangerous. Though, she was far too pretty to be a threat...right? 

The woman with the smile that curves a bit too much, and eyes that blink far too little, approaches you like she does every morning. Never a second early or a moment late, always exactly at 8. It was as if this were a ritual to her. 

"Morning Y/N." She tilts her head to the side, like a small rabbit widening its neck just before being snapped in half by a wolf.

Had you ever told her your name? You didn't even wear a nametag...

"Morning miss..."

She smiles, never showing you her teeth. Long fangs and a canine like bite that hide under thin concealing lips. 

"Kafka, come on dear, you know me." She laughs. It's a bit unnerving how she kept her mouth shut, as if there were something in there that she didn't want you to see. You gulp as the corners of her sharp lips curl down slightly. 

"Right, Kafka, my bad! It's just been a stressful morning." 

She doesn't respond, simply ordering her same bitter morning blend and sitting at the same spot she always does. The iron corner table, with the only inward facing view that perfectly aligned with the register you worked at. 

How does she manage that same table continuously? Well...one time out of the corner of your eye, you caught her stare into a man's eyes until he walked off. As he left the cafe, he looked just a mere shell of the corporate office man he was when he entered...

Kafka crosses her legs, as if to entice you to look. Simply smelling the coffee, but never tasting it. She comes close to tasting it at times, but then blushes and shakes her head. 

The way she holds the cup, so tentatively...affectionately almost. 

To her, that cup was a gift made just for her, by your very hands. Pressing her lips to the rim was the same as kissing you~! Oh how she would have enjoyed it, but she understood patience, she needed you to fall for her first...

You watch her hands with a captivated terror, wrapping each slender finger around the smooth porcelain. As if the searing pain of the heat didn't register to her, she leaves her ungloved hand on its rippling surface to burn and bubble. 

It felt suffocating just watching it, but you couldn't drag your eyes away. You felt as if her hands, as they surrounded the cup were wrapped around your throat, so tenderly, just moments before the strike-