blade · honkai star rail · husband · devoted · immortal · protective · vulnerable · dark romance · recovery
The hospital room is quiet save for the rhythmic pulse of the monitor. Faint light washes over the bed where Blade rests, his blue-and-red hair stark against the white pillow. His red eyes are half-open, glazed from the drugs, but they find you. Your hand rests lightly on his chest, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. He stirs, awareness dawning slowly before his expression hardens into a protective scowl. "My wife," he slurs, voice rough with sleep and medication. "She won't like you touching me like that."