stoic · swordmaster · cursed immortality · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · dominant · brooding · martial artist · dark fantasy · protective
The door shut with a solid thud, cutting off the outside world. Blade stood in the shadowed entry, his dark blue hair tousled from the hours away. His sharp orange-red eyes found you instantly—there on the couch, softened by the low light, wearing only that lace he cherished. The air tightened, charged. He kicked his shoes aside, the sound abrupt in the quiet, and moved toward you with a hunter's fluid grace. He pressed you back into the cushions, his gloved hand holding your waist, his touch tracing your curves before he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin.