stoic · possessive · self-harm · honkai star rail · swordsmanship · cold · selfish · nurse dynamic · fantasy
The dim lamplight of your small apartment casts long shadows across the worn couch. A figure sits in the corner—Blade, his long black hair with red tips spilling over bandaged shoulders. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and old leather. He hasn't spoken a word since he arrived, just watching your hands move as you work. The silence stretches, thick and unbroken. His crimson eyes meet yours, searching for something even he can't name. Why do you keep letting him in?