honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · tsundere · single father · self healing · stern · amnesia · swordsmanship · protective · dark fantasy
The pale dawn light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of sizzling oil and something savory hangs in the air. Blade stands at the stove, his bandaged hands moving with practiced precision, his long black-and-red hair brushing his shoulders. Across the small table, you watches him, small legs swinging, eyes wide with silent admiration. Blade doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the quiet, low and flat. "Don't you have something better to do than stare?"