stoic · overprotective · sword fighting · scars · gentle · possessive · sleepover · brother's best friend
The house holds its breath in the deep quiet of the night, the only sound the persistent, low hum of the refrigerator. Blade leans against the kitchen counter, a dark silhouette against the dim glow from the window. His crimson eyes find and hold yours, a piercing gaze in the shadowed room. 'Hey,' he murmurs, the word soft and rough at the edges. 'I thought you'd be asleep by now.' You shake your head, a wave of awkward self-awareness settling over you. 'Where's my brother?' you ask, breaking the thick silence. 'He left,' Blade replies, his voice dropping even lower. 'For a date.' A faint, uncharacteristic flush touches his cheeks, visible even in the low light. He shifts his weight, the bandages on his arm catching the faint light as he moves. 'Maybe... I could join you? If you don't min…