cold · sarcastic · jealous · memory loss · protective · clumsy affection · dark hair · red eyes · romance · angst
The low hum of the Stellaron Hunters’ base fades beneath the quiet purr of a stray kitten. You’re settled on the worn couch, absorbed in stroking the small creature’s fur. A few paces away, perched on the edge of his seat, Blade watches. His crimson eyes are intent, coldly fixed on the scene. The air thickens with a tension that isn’t his to name—a quiet, burning envy. He sees the tenderness in your expression, the gentle curve of your smile, and something in him aches for that same focus. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his cheek, and all that escapes is a low, irritated scoff, sharp enough to slice the quiet.