Forbidden love (Honkai Star Rail Blade x Reader)

Redemption

(Owl's POV)

"Thank you for listening to me, Kafka." I smiled in anticipation. What a wonderful feeling. Y/N, my love, we'll be together again soon, very soon...

Could I be any more happy ? I don't think so, at least, for now. My innocent Y/N...how could she dare think she'd be free ? I worked two years to find her...haha. My job, my new penthouse...everything was for her.

After talking to Kafka, I decided that some fresh air would be good. I needed to relax and to see women, yeah. The city was still quite unknown for me, and I found a bar not so far from my new apartment.

The bar's atmosphere felt like a bad orchestra, each instrument playing a tune of its own as I sat there, watching my whiskey. The amber liquid in my glass swirled, mirroring the whirlwind of thoughts inside my head. Y/N, the woman of my life, the one who dared to escape my grasp, Owl's grasp. She thought she could tiptoe out of my life, but baby, oh, I don't do exits. No, I always get what I want and how I want.

A sly chuckle escaped my lips, the kind that starts from deep within. Memories of our beautiful past played out like scenes from a vintage movie — Y/N's tears, the palpable pain I inflicted, ah, how I miss her submission to my strength. Back then, I reveled in the power, the way she crumbled beneath the weight of my influence. But as I schemed to lure her back into my web, a peculiar thought tiptoed into my consciousness. 

Maybe, just maybe, a softer approach was due. Should I be the perfect man, this time ?

The sick satisfaction derived from her suffering had its charm, but what if I dialed it down a notch? What if I, me...swapped my usual tempest for a more delicate strategy ? A dangerous thought, indeed.

Those were my plans. No one dared to interfere with Owl's plans...

I was the director of her tragedy, the puppet master orchestrating her every move.

As I plotted my next move, a wicked smirk played on my lips. Turning her into a bad person in her own world? Now, that's a classic move. I could turn her as the villain, me as the misunderstood hero. The world around her will crumble, yes.

But tonight, an inexplicable itch for distraction took hold. 

The bar was full of faces that kinda sorta reminded me of her — maybe I was drunk... the sway of familiar hips, soft faces... I decided to try my luck with a group of women. 

The smoky ambiance of the bar seemed to envelop me as I pushed my way through the crowd. A wicked smirk lingered on my lips, and my eyes scanned the room for a distraction, a momentary escape from my own thoughts.

"Hey there, handsome." One of them purred as I approached, her eyes lingering on mine.

Her friends exchanged glances, giggling like conspirators.

I leaned against the bar, adopting a nonchalant stance. Maybe, I found my distraction for the night, yeah.

"Ladies, mind if I join you for a drink?" I greeted and smiled while glancing at them all.

The response was a collective flutter of eyelashes and coy smiles. 

"Not at all, handsome." the one who had spoken first replied, gesturing to the empty stool next to her. 

"We could use some company." another of her friend replied.

As I settled onto the stool, the air became charged with an energy that was almost palpable. Glasses clinked, and the conversation flowed with an easy rhythm. The women threw glances my way, each expression showing attraction.

"So, what's your story?" one of them asked, her tone a playful blend of curiosity and flirtation. Disgusting.

"Oh, nothing too exciting," I replied, modestly. 

"You know, I'm just a guy trying to make his way through the world."I chuckled and took a sip of my whiskey.

Their laughter was a melody, and for a moment, I allowed myself to revel in the attention. After that, a back-and-forth of compliments and annoying giggling.

As glasses were refilled and the night kept going, the atmosphere grew charged with a subtle tension. The women were drawn to the enigma that I presented, a mysterious stranger with a magnetic allure. They leaned in a little closer, their eyes filled with a mix of intrigue and desire.

"You're not like the others, are you? There's something different about you." One of them whispered, her fingers lightly grazing the back of my hand.

I chuckled, the sound a calculated blend of charm and mystery. 

"Perhaps," I replied, my gaze meeting hers with an intensity that left room for interpretation. I shall have some fun tonight.

-Later in the night-

I wiped the blood from my face, slightly disgusted. Sleeping with all of them reminded of how they were not her. I killed them, in this miserable bar-hotel. Their body disappeared, in crimson ashes, traces of their sinful behavior. My Y/N would never be this shameless. She was perfect, and thank you for reminding me that.

I left the room and then the bar, the lingering laughter of other women trailing behind me on the counter. The night had served its purpose, a brief respite from the twisted game I played with Y/N. The women were mere pawns in this elaborate chessboard, and I, Owl, will be orchestrating every move.

This wasn't a defeat. I never tap out. I'd find a new game plan, something sneakier, more insidious to make her mine again. I felt shivers run down my spine just as I thought of making her mine again. why doesn't she realizes that I am doing all of that for her ? Soon she will, she will see of how she needs me, how she craves me... The game had just started, and I was ready to play. The stage was set, and the curtains hadn't even risen on the grand performance of manipulation of the world.