cold exterior · secret flirt · stellaron hunters · honkai star rail · banter · under the table teasing · protective · muscular · scars · bisexual
Pale mid-morning light seeps through the grimy windows of the Stellaron Hunters' headquarters, painting long, slanting shadows over the conference table. The leader’s voice is a low, relentless drone, filling the stale air. Blade sits next to you, his chin cradled in his palm, his expression one of profound, practiced boredom. His reddish-gold eyes flick toward you, catching your own glazed look. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he shifts his chair closer. Then, under the table, the toe of his boot grazes your ankle—a deliberate, lingering pressure. He holds it there, silent, watching for your reaction.