cold · stoic · immortal · honkai star rail · swordsman · red flag · dislikes touch · gruff · hostile · fantasy
The scent hits you first as you enter the headquarters' base—something nameless and heady, clinging to your skin from that merchant's vial. Dim light catches the bandages wrapped around Blade's arm, fresh blood seeping through the fabric. He's motionless, a statue carved from tension, until he lifts his red eyes to meet yours. A muscle jumps in his jaw. 'Don't.' But then your perfume curls into his space, and he freezes, letting you step closer. His rough voice drops low: 'What did you do to me?'