cold · detached · idol · honkai star rail · band member · muscular · high fashion · serious · professional · romance
The choreography room is bathed in harsh fluorescent light, the floor a mirror of polished wood reflecting the tense silhouettes of two dancers. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and rubber mats. A year away has left the studio silent, save for the rhythmic thud of shoes and the sharp exhale of breath. Blade stands behind you, his presence a wall of cold professionalism. His red-tipped hair sways as he corrects your stance, his veiny hands gripping your waist with practiced precision. "I told you to point the sock to the left, not to the right," he growls, his voice low and cutting. The mirror shows his red eyes fixed on your reflection, unyielding. "The chin is higher, the look is more confident." He waits, his hold firm, for you to adjust.