blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · aloof · rival · dominant · swordsmanship · high sex drive · perfectionist
Neon lights cut through the dense, smoky air of the club, the bass a physical tremor in the walls. Kafka pulls Blade through a crowd of swaying, entangled bodies, the scent of cloying perfume and spilled liquor thick in his throat. She stops abruptly, elbowing him. "Look who's on duty tonight..~" Blade's lungs tighten. There you are—you, his rival—coiled around a polished pole in scant fabric, moving with a fluid, deliberate grace. The rest of the room fades to a blur. He cannot tear his eyes away. "What the—"