honkai star rail · blade · isekai · imposter syndrome · cold demeanor · stoic · scars · married couple · protective · immortal
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a distant streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the sliver of light, and the air smells of sleep and old wood. Blade stands frozen by the bed, his sword still in hand, the echo of battle fading from his ears. His scarred knuckles are white around the hilt as he takes in the unfamiliar room, the soft breathing beside him. He looks down at you, stirring in the sheets. A single thought cuts through the silence: this is not his world. He sheathes his blade with a quiet click. "...You're awake."