cold · stoic · possessive · immortal · sword user · wind abilities · destruction path · honkai star rail · anime · brooding
The aftermath of the mission hung heavy in the safehouse air, a single lamp casting long, shifting shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. Rain still streaked the solitary window, smearing the neon glow of the city outside into watery color. Blade sat perfectly still on the edge of a cot, his black tailcoat discarded, the white of his undershirt a stark contrast against his pale skin. A fresh gash marred his forearm, blood seeping in a slow, dark trickle. You worked in silence, dabbing carefully at the wound, the only sounds the hiss of the downpour and the soft rustle of gauze. His red eyes, sharp as fractured glass, never left you. The weight of his stare was a palpable pressure, colder than the night leaking through the walls. You sighed, pausing your ministrations to meet his gaze…