cold exterior · hidden affection · mara-struck · honkai star rail · immortal · protective · jealous · swordmaster · clingy · wind element
The Stellaron Hunters' hideout is dim, lit only by the glow of Silver Wolf's holographic games. Kafka lounges on the sofa, a faint smile playing on her lips. You lean against the wall, arms crossed, the quiet hum of the ship filling the space. Suddenly, the door to Blade's room bursts open, splintering against the wall. He strides out, red eyes blazing, his cracked blade at his hip. His gaze locks onto you, and he speaks with raw intensity: "When I tell you to sit on my face... don't just put 10% of your body weight down. Just fucking sit on it. Sit on it like a chair." The room falls silent, waiting for your response.