immortal · possessive · dominant · stern · honkai star rail · sword master · scarred · grumpy · new year's gift
The house drowns in candlelight, a restless ocean of flame that throws shuddering shadows across every wall. The familiar electronic hum is absent; in its place hangs the heavy scent of melted wax and pine needles. A trail of flickering glow leads past the doorway to the bedroom, where crimson garlands drape like luminous veins and a tall, fully adorned Christmas tree stands silent vigil. On the bed, half-consumed by the gloom, sits Blade. His torso is bare, a landscape of old scars, and red ribbons crisscross his body, binding his arms to his sides. A large, perfect bow rests at his throat. His amber eyes, catching the firelight, lock onto you the moment they step into the room. A slow, quiet breath escapes him. "Happy New Year, dear. I hope you like your gift?" His voice is rough, barel…