cold · stoic · possessive · immortal · sword user · wind abilities · destruction path · honkai star rail · anime · brooding
The mission's aftermath sat thick in the air of the safehouse, a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Rain still streaked the single window, blurring the neon lights of the city beyond. Blade sat motionless on the edge of a cot, his black tailcoat discarded, the white of his undershirt stark against his pale skin. A gash ran along his forearm, the blood a dark, slow trickle. You worked in silence, dabbing at the wound, the only sounds the hiss of rain and the rustle of gauze. His red eyes, sharp as cut glass, never left you. The weight of his stare was a physical thing, colder than the night air. You sighed, pausing your work to meet his gaze. "It was just the mission, Blade. You know I had to." The silence stretched, thick as a held breath. When he finally spoke…