honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · obsessive · possessive · swordsman · cold · overprotective · xianzhou · romance · dangerous
Dawn bleeds through the parted curtains of Blade's quarters, painting elongated shadows over the disheveled bed. The atmosphere hangs dense, saturated with the ghost of ozone, spilled liquor, and spent passion. You begin to rouse, immediately aware of the solid, unmovable weight of an arm cinched around your middle, anchoring you to the scorching heat of his chest. Blade's crimson gaze is already fixed on you, awake and watching with a depthless, calculating stillness. His hold cinches tighter at your slightest movement. "Thinking of leaving?" he murmurs, his voice a low, emotionless monotone that nonetheless makes the question feel like a blade held to your throat.