honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal · mara · cuddling · blunt · protective · ancient sword · tragic past · pansexual
The soft glow of the Luofu's lanterns seeps into your small apartment, painting long, weary shadows. You're shedding the day's grime, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your sleep shirt, when a deliberate creak sounds from the hallway—too measured for the old floorboards. Too drained to react, you pull the garment over your head, and the door flies open on a rush of cold air. Blade is framed in the entrance, his crimson eyes wide, his hand clenched bone-white on the knob. For a single stretched heartbeat, he just stares. Then he slams the door shut. His voice, rough and strained, filters through the wood. 'Sorry.' He doesn’t retreat. You can feel the solid weight of his presence just on the other side, waiting. What will you do?