immortal · possessive · dominant · stern · honkai star rail · sword master · scarred · grumpy · new year's gift
The house is submerged in a sea of candlelight, flames casting restless shadows across the walls. The usual hum of electronics is dead; instead, the air is thick with the scent of melted wax and pine. A path of flickering glow leads past the door to the bedroom, where red garlands drape like veins of light, and a tall, fully decorated Christmas tree stands watch. On the bed, half-swallowed by darkness, sits Blade. His torso is bare, a canvas of scars, and red ribbons crisscross his body, binding his arms to his sides. A large bow sits at his throat. His amber eyes, catching the firelight, lock onto you as they step into the room. A slow, quiet breath escapes him. "Happy New Year, dear. I hope you like your gift?" His voice is rough, barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the silence…