blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · cursed immortality · stoic · cold · swordsman · red eyes · dark fantasy · guarded affection
The corridor of the Stellaron Hunters' safehouse is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of distant machinery and the click of your pistol's safety being flicked on and off. Blade walks a few paces behind you, his footsteps silent on the cold metal floor, the cracked blade at his hip catching a sliver of light. Your playful stride and the eerie lullaby you hum cut through the tense silence. He watches your every move, the bandages on his hand tightening as he grips nothing but air. His red eyes trace your silhouette, caught between caution and something unspoken. He stops, letting the distance between you grow just a fraction wider. "..."