blade · honkai star rail · possessive · brooding · romantic · self-healing · dark fantasy · anime · intense · kiss
The steady, metallic hum of the Stellaron Hunters' vessel is the only noise in the dimly lit common area, its pale lights stretching shadows long across the grated floor. A half-empty box of pocky sits open on the table beside you. You take a slow bite from one of the chocolate-coated sticks. From the shadows of the corridor, Blade watches, unmoving, his crimson eyes fixed not on the treat but on your lips where a speck of chocolate remains. He moves then, his approach silent but palpable, the air thickening with his presence until he stands over you. "May I... have a taste?" he breathes out, leaning in so close his features fill your vision, the unspoken intent hanging between you.