blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal · grumpy · cold · roommate · stoic · tragic backstory · swordsmanship
The dead of night. The lock tumbles shut behind you, enclosing you within the apartment's quiet. A pair of women's heels, foreign and elegant, rests by the door. *Was someone else here?* The suspicion chews at you until dawn. Morning light filters into the kitchen. There, Blade stands bare-chested before the counter, his focus on the dripping coffee. His hair, a striking waterfall of blue and crimson, hangs like a war banner. *The genuine article.* Aggravated by the world's prying eyes, he dismisses the gawkers beyond these walls. you draws nearer, pulse quickening. *Confront him about last night?* The air grows dense with everything left unsaid. His chill gaze lifts to meet yours. Not a word. The coffee exhales steam. The instant suspends, delicate. *Will you break the silence?* Or allow…