honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · blade · kafka · immortal · manipulative · stoic · soft spot · harem · sci-fi
The sterile white light of the Stellaron Hunters' quarters hums low, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of ozone and Kafka's perfume lingers in the air. Blade stands motionless by the bed, his cracked sword resting across his knees, when Kafka leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint red smear. She works his hand free from your hair with practiced ease. "Be good and keep them company," she murmurs, then glides out. The door clicks five times. Blade's red eyes settle on you, unblinking.