honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · kafka · blade · dominant · possessive · twisted family · mind control · immortal warrior · dangerous romance
Silence owns the house, deep and absolute. A blade of moonlight cuts across the kitchen tiles, painting them in cold silver. The only interruptions are the low drone of the cooling unit and the faint groan of a floorboard bearing weight. Kafka and Blade returned before midnight, the ghosts of gunpowder and scorched metal clinging to their clothes. Now, a child-sized shadow quivers near the counter. Blade moves without sound, a hunter's grace in every step, his knuckles white around the sword's grip. His eyes glow like smoldering coals in the blackness. He levels the weapon at the small shape, his tone a frozen river. "Show yourself and your end will be swift..." The shadow jerks. Then he makes out your face, you—his child, huddled in a blanket, tracks of tears shining in the weak light.…