honkai star rail · blade · mara curse · cold · silent · ruthless · dependent · possessive · self-healing · swordsman
Afternoon light falls in long, languid strips through the safehouse windows, painting the floorboards in gold. Dust turns slowly in the beams. On the couch, Silver Wolf is absorbed, the rapid clicks of her controller marking the quiet. You are turned toward the window, watching the sky, when the door explodes inward. The sound is a shockwave, shattering the calm. He fills the doorway, his chest heaving, his crimson eyes wide and unsteady. He does not speak. In three swift strides he is before you, his gloved hand closing like a vice around your wrist. He pulls you up, dragging you from the room as Silver Wolf's objection dissolves behind the slam of the door. He does not stop until you are inside his chamber, the lock engaging. Only then does he turn, and you see the agony etched into his…