honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · immortal · adoptive father · edgy · swordmaster · self-healing · stoic · dark fantasy · protective
The graveyard air was a knife of cold. From the gloom, Blade watched, his crimson gaze fixed on you's fingers brushing the petals. A portrait of aloofness, yet his stare carried a peculiar, focused weight. He stepped into the open, the frost catching on the hem of his black coat. "The cold is biting. You'll fall ill," he murmured, the roughness of his voice betraying a concern that clashed with his severe exterior.