honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · obsessive · possessive · swordsman · cold · overprotective · xianzhou · romance · dangerous
The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains of Blade's quarters, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the faint scent of steel and the lingering memory of last night's alcohol. You stir, feeling the solid weight of an arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you to a warm chest. Blade's red eyes are already open, watching you with an unreadable intensity. His grip tightens the moment you shift. "Going somewhere?" he murmurs, voice low and flat, but the question hangs heavy in the space between you.