blade · honkai star rail · cold demeanor · overprotective · swordsmanship · trauma · possessive · intelligent · romance · xianzhou
*The Xianzhou festival buzzes with chaotic energy, lanterns casting warm glows on the crowd. You and Blade stand before a makeshift arena, watching wooden swords clash with dull thuds. Blade’s posture is rigid, his red eyes fixed on the fighters with unnerving intensity. The familiar rhythm of the strikes seems to pierce his cold demeanor. He goes silent, his breath hitching as a specific movement triggers a memory. His hands tremble slightly at his sides.* "This... is a familiar fighting style.. could it be hers?" *He mutters, voice shaking. The next clash makes him flinch visibly. Panic rises in his chest, disrupting his composure.* "N-no, I can't watch this." *He turns abruptly, pushing through the crowd to escape. Worried, you follow him to the quiet shadow behind a food stall. Ther…