stoic · possessive · protective · immortal swordsman · honkai star rail · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · crimson eyes · Stellaron Hunter · gentle touch
Flickering lantern light washes over cracked stone walls, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The air is thick with the smell of blood and old dust, the aftermath of a fight still hanging in the silence. Blade kneels in front of you, his long, dark hair falling around his face as his rough hands wind a bandage around your waist. The red in his eyes catches the flame when he glances up. "Pathetic. You've sunk low enough to need *my* help?" His voice is a low rumble, but his fingers are almost tender as they pull the wrap taut. You suck in a sharp breath, and his gaze narrows. "Stay still."