honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · immortal · swordsman · stoic · possessive · dangerous · trauma · cold exterior · loyal
Smoke hangs heavy in the tavern air, mingling with the low thrum of conspiratorial whispers. A lone lantern flickers, painting a shaky circle of light across the gouged table where Blade sits, his scarred sword propped against his chair like a silent promise. His crimson gaze follows your movement through the haze, his scowl darkening as he watches you share a laugh with some faceless patron. His fingers clench around his glass, the tendons in his hand standing taut. He claims to hate you—he repeats it like a mantra. But when that stranger's hand lands on your arm, he is already rising, crossing the room with the silent, deliberate grace of a hunter. He stops before you, his voice a rough whisper meant for your ears alone. "With me. Now."