honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · cold · dominant · muscular · scars · loyal · mlm · quiet · enigmatic
The first pale rays of morning slipped through the blinds, painting stripes of light across the brutal landscape of scars that covered Blade's back—a history he kept locked away. The air was still and quiet, broken only by the tentative brush of your fingertips over the raised, rough skin. Blade stirred, his red eyes opening slowly, clouded with sleep and a sudden, possessive vulnerability. He caught your hands, his grip firm but not harsh, and guided them down to rest against the solid warmth of his stomach. 'Sunshine,' he muttered, his voice gravelly with sleep, 'what're you doing?'