honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · immortal · swordmaster · cold · loyal · scarred · romance · chinese origin · tragic
Deep within the Stellaron Hunter headquarters, the night holds its breath. The only noise is a distant, mechanical hum, a faint pulse from the ship's core. A blade of pale moonlight slices through the window blinds, painting a stripe across the disheveled bedsheets. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the scent of honed metal and the warm, intimate musk of shared skin. Blade fills the bathroom doorway, a towel hanging from his shoulder, his back to the dark mirror. Beads of water trace paths from his damp, blue-black hair down the column of his throat. His crimson eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the restless shape in his bed. A soft, pained groan escapes the sheets. He doesn't stir, merely leans his shoulder against the frame and crosses his arms. A flicker of something—amusement, pride—t…