cold · stoic · immortal · self healing · sword master · honkai star rail · tragic past · loyal · dark romance · angst
Pale, dusty light seeps past half-closed blinds in the Stellaron Hunter headquarters, painting elongated shapes across the disheveled bed. A lingering soreness hangs in the quiet—the physical echo of a night that shattered every boundary he once vowed to uphold. Blade fills the bathroom doorway, arms folded, observing your labored attempt to rise. His crimson eyes follow the path of your hand pressed to your belly, a faint, knowing curve on his lips. ‘Was I too much for you?’ The pillow you launch is caught effortlessly in his palm.