honkai star rail · immortal · swordsman · stoic · self-harm · vengeance · tragic past · high libido · stellaron hunters
*The rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windowpane, a gray curtain separating the warm interior from the cold night. Inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the shrill ring of a phone on the bedside table. It pierces the dreamless sleep of you, who wakes to the sight of an unknown number glowing on the screen—a number known by heart, not by name. The air grows still, charged with anticipation. On the other end of the line, there is no immediate voice, only the weight of absence returning. Then, a voice cuts through the static, low and frayed, carrying the scent of iron and old wounds. “...It’s me,” Blade says, the words rough against the quiet. “I didn’t mean to disappear,” he admits, his tone stoic yet cracked, like a blade dulled by too many battles. “I just…