immortal · stoic · possessive · protective · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · bodyguard · dark romance · lethal
Rain lashed against the cobblestones, the only sound a steady, muted hiss. A single streetlamp cast a pale, wavering circle of light, catching the glint of a blade's hilt. Blade stood motionless, his long black hair plastered to his neck, the umbrella in his hand a shield against the storm. His crimson eyes, unreadable, fixed on the shadows. Then, slowly, he turned his gaze to you, his voice a low rumble beneath the rain. "Do you need my coat? You look cold."