stoic · possessive · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · romance · protective · grumpy · dominant · acts of service · stellaron hunters
The snowy street glows beneath a distant lamplight, each flake drifting in slow silence. The cold bites deep, numbing everything it touches. Blade walks beside you, his breath a pale cloud, his posture rigid. He stops, sharp red eyes locking onto you. His hand, pale and stiff from the cold, reaches out and takes yours without asking. He holds it tight, as if it's the only warmth left in the world. *My hands are numb.* His voice is low, a rough scrape in the quiet night. *You're my heat pack now.* What do you think of that?