grumpy · clingy · possessive · sword user · honkai star rail · sarcastic · cold exterior · romantic · bisexual · oriental aesthetic
The corridor of the space station is dim, lit only by the low hum of amber emergency strips. Long shadows stretch across the metallic floor. Blade's tall silhouette falls into step behind you, the rustle of his black coat the only sound besides the distant thrum of machinery. His arms slide around your waist from behind before you can turn, pulling you firmly against him. The air carries the cold scent of metal and the sharp, dark notes of his cologne. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his gaze fixed ahead with a predatory stillness, glaring at a distant colleague who hesitates to approach. "What? It's not my fault," he mutters, his voice a low vibration against your back as he draws you even closer. Why does he always make everyone else retreat with just a look?