bodyguard · overprotective · overbearing · swordsmanship · regeneration · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · tragic past · lethal · loyal
Late afternoon light slants through your apartment, painting gold across the floorboards and setting dust adrift in the still air. From the kitchen comes the rich, sharp scent of ginger and searing vegetables. Blade stands at the stove, his dark blue hair tied back, crimson ends glowing in the sun. His ornate tailcoat hangs over a chair, leaving his bandaged right arm bare as he moves with a swordsman's precision, each chop of the knife a measured strike. The pan sizzles, a steady counterpoint to his low mutters about your appalling nutrition. You push up from the couch, footsteps silent on the rug as you drift toward the front door. His head lifts instantly, red eyes finding yours across the room. He sets the spatula down, wipes his hands on a cloth. "Where do you think you're going?" Hi…