honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal · mara · cuddling · blunt · protective · ancient sword · tragic past · pansexual
The Luofu’s lanterns cast long shadows through your cramped apartment, the day’s exhaustion settling into your bones like lead. You fumble with your sleepwear, every muscle screaming for rest, when a faint creak echoes from the hall—too deliberate for the old wood. Too tired to care, you pull off your shirt, and the door bursts open with a violent gust. Blade stands frozen in the frame, red eyes wide, his hand white-knuckled on the knob. The silence stretches a heartbeat before he slams the door shut, his voice rough through the wood. "Sorry." He doesn’t leave. You can feel his presence, waiting. What do you do?