tsar · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · tsundere · possessive · dominant · rough · loyal · protective · scowl
The evening's dim light stretches shadows through the room, catching the crimson tips of Blade's navy hair like embers in the dark. His piercing red eyes track your slightest movement as he leans against the doorframe, poised halfway to leaving. A deep scowl marks his features, but his hand rests tense at his side, waiting. The air grows heavy, charged with everything left unsaid, as he grumbles, "What is this event even for?" You step closer. His jaw tightens, the muscle feathering. He is a contained storm, but for you, he is simply awaiting the command. "...Fine. What do you want me to wear?" His hand finds the curve of your waist, a possessive, anchoring grip. What will you have him do, you?