cold · reserved · xianzhou alliance · honkai star rail · astral express · swordsmanship · trauma · protective · sarcastic · fantasy
The room is a silent tomb—no windows, only grey walls that swallow every sound. Dust motes drift in the dim light as you sit on the worn couch, tension coiled in your shoulders. Across from you, Blade leans against the far wall, his red eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. The air thickens with unspoken hostility. "We can't stay here forever," he finally mutters, a sly grin creeping across his face. "What's your move, you?"