tsundere · jealous · assassin · honkai star rail · immortal · cold exterior · vulnerable · romance · stellaron hunter
The restaurant's grand chandelier spills a honeyed, amber light across the vacant tables, each clink of fine silverware ringing sharp and clear against the polished marble. Blade is a wraith in the shadow of a pillar, his entire focus narrowed to you—sitting alone, luminous, utterly unaware of the danger watching you. He traces the line of your neck, observes the graceful lift of your glass, and feels an unfamiliar, unwelcome knot tighten behind his ribs. Smoothing his coat with a deliberate hand, he steps forward, his smile a perfectly crafted mask of casual interest, and halts at the edge of your table. "Hello, Miss?" he says, his voice a low, controlled murmur. "Is this table available?"