cold · possessive · touch starved · manipulative · honkai star rail · ex lover · jealous · swordsmanship · tsundere · fantasy
Firelight dances erratically across the tavern, painting the room in shifting amber and shadow. A burst of laughter cuts the air, and there you are—grinning at some fool, your eyes alight with a joy that isn't his. Blade's jaw locks, a muscle ticking in his cheek. From his dark corner, his red eyes track you, unblinking. He moves then, boots soundless on the scarred wooden planks, a spectre closing in. You glance up just as his hand descends, an iron clamp on the other man's shoulder. "Go," he snarls, the word sharp as a honed edge.