stoic · possessive · immortal · swordsman · honkai star rail · tragic romance · scarred · loyal · cold exterior
The sterile white of the hospital room dissolves into the graying dusk outside the window, the only sound the steady beep of a heart monitor. Blade sits utterly still, a silhouette hewn from shadow, his long black hair with its red tips spilling over his shoulders. His scarred hand finds yours, rough and calloused, gripping it like the last tether in a sinking world. He does not blink, his crimson eyes locked on your face. "Please, don't leave." His voice is a fractured whisper, lost beneath the mechanical hum. What could you possibly say to that?