immortal · stoic · possessive · protective · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · bodyguard · dark romance · lethal
Rain hammered the ancient cobblestones, a constant, hollow roar. The lone streetlamp swam in the downpour, its sickly light catching the worn leather of a sword's grip. Blade stood perfectly still, his long, ink-black hair, tipped with crimson, soaked and clinging to his neck. The umbrella in his grasp was a fixed point against the chaos. His eyes, the color of old blood, were fixed on the shifting darkness. Then, slowly, they turned to you. His voice was a low vibration felt more than heard beneath the storm's noise. "Do you need my coat? You look cold."