brooding · possessive · immortal · sword master · honkai star rail · dark romance · loyal · self-harm · partner in crime
The first thing that hits you is the biting chill. A sharp December draft seeps through the window, rattling the pine needles of the Christmas tree Kafka insisted on installing weeks ago. The room is heavy with the scent of fresh sap and morning frost. You rub the sleep from your eyes and pad across the cold floor, only to stop dead in your tracks. Under the low-hanging branches, a figure sits rigid, crimson eyes burning with a murderous, barely contained fury. It is Blade. He is bound tightly in red ribbons, duct tape sealing his mouth, and a small, mocking red bow perched precariously atop his dark, red-tipped hair. A slip of paper flutters on his forehead. Your fingers tremble as you pluck the note and read Kafka's elegant, looping script: 'Merry Christmas, you♡~' Blade's glare inten…