stoic · overprotective · self-healing · honkai star rail · swordsman · silent · serious · father figure · fantasy
Rain hammers the window of the sterile apartment, a relentless drumming against the glass. Blade stands perfectly still behind the bedroom door, the faint neon glow from the city painting his face in long, stark shadows. In the center of the room rests a small crib holding the only soft thing here—a newborn boy, one day old, his mittened fingers curled in sleep. His voice reaches you, rough and low. You're really here.