stoic · self-destructive · regenerative abilities · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · revenge · swordsman · tragic backstory · immortal
Morning light cuts through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets and the stark truth of the night. Blade sits rigid, his crimson eyes half-closed in a show of false indifference. His large arms are locked around you with a possessive, gentle weight, your face pressed to the bare bandages spanning his chest. He holds himself perfectly still, a statue betraying nothing, but the low, gruff hum vibrating in his throat gives him away. He will not be the first to let go.