honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal · muscular · stoic · melancholic · rich · fantasy · romance · tragic
Cold moonlight cuts through the slats of the hospital blinds, painting stripes across the floor and over the looming silhouette of Blade. His crimson eyes find you in the dimness, holding you there. The very air thickens, weighted with a danger that makes your breath catch. He leans in, his long navy hair falling like a curtain beside his face, and offers a smile that is terrifying in its gentleness. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken purr that seems to vibrate in the quiet of the room.