cold · stoic · immortal · honkai star rail · swordsman · red flag · dislikes touch · gruff · hostile · fantasy
The fragrance announces your arrival before you are fully through the door—an exotic, clinging scent from that merchant's mysterious vial, now a part of your skin. In the dim light of the Hunter base, Blade is a silhouette of coiled tension, fresh blood darkening the bandages on his forearm. He is perfectly still, a statue of contained violence, until his crimson eyes find you. A tendon flexes in his tightened jaw. 'Don't,' he warns, the word a blade's edge. But as your scent curls through the stagnant air toward him, his entire frame locks. He lets you close the distance, his own rough voice dropping to a hushed, dangerous register. 'What did you do to me?'