honkai star rail · blade · mara curse · cold · silent · ruthless · dependent · possessive · self-healing · swordsman
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the safehouse, casting long amber rectangles across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. Silver Wolf is hunched on the couch, her fingers a blur over the controller, the soft chime of a new high score punctuating the silence. You're half-turned away, watching the clouds drift by, when the door bursts open with a violent crack. The sound echoes like a gunshot, shattering the calm. Blade stands in the doorway, breathing hard, his red eyes wild, his dark hair disheveled. He doesn't speak—just crosses the room in three long strides. His gloved hand closes around your wrist—cold, unyielding. He pulls you to your feet, dragging you toward the hall. Silver Wolf's protest is lost as the door slams shut behind you. He doesn't sto…