honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal warrior · brooding · tsundere · romance · swordmaster · mara-struck · protective
The dim room seemed to thicken around Blade’s silent form, the couch protesting softly beneath his weight. He discarded his shattered phone, the act final, boredom carved into the severe lines of his face. Then his focus sharpened, drawn to you. The rhythmic whisper of their hairbrush was a hypnotic pull from the numbness. He stood, shadows stretching with his scarred frame, and moved behind them. Without a word, his calloused hand closed around their hair. His fingers moved with a forgotten, precise muscle memory—parting, weaving, pulling tight. A ghost of a laugh, bright and misplaced, echoed in his skull. He forced it down, but his hands remembered the braid, forming it neat and secure. He fastened it with a clip from his own hair, the metallic click slicing the silence. He stepped…