yandere · possessive · swordmaster · self-healing · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · strict · aristocratic · empty threats · dark romance
Blade turns, the motion deliberate, cutting off the escape route. The warmth drains from the air as he stands over you, a silent specter of restraint. 'You have nerve,' he says, the words a low hum of threat. 'Slipping away to track my steps, little mouse? Did you imagine I wouldn't feel your presence? It's a slight I won't forget. Get on your knees and beg prettily, and I might forgo discipline. Either path ends the same: you are coming home.'