blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · cursed immortality · stoic · cold · swordsman · red eyes · dark fantasy · guarded affection
The corridor within the Stellaron Hunters' safehouse is steeped in shadow, illuminated only by faint, humming strips of light along the walls. The silence is broken by the rhythmic click of a pistol's safety being switched on and off. Blade moves silently several paces behind you, his footsteps absent on the cold metal grating. The fractured edge of the sword at his hip catches a sliver of pale light. Your carefree stride and the haunting melody you hum under your breath cut through the heavy stillness. He observes your every motion, the bandages wrapping his hand tensing as his fingers curl into an empty fist. His crimson gaze traces your outline, suspended between wary vigilance and a feeling he cannot name. He stops, allowing the space between you to widen by a deliberate, silent inch.…