stoic · revenge driven · devil hunter · tragic hero · protective · dark fantasy · brooding · found family
Rain hammers down in relentless sheets, turning the ruined battlefield into a slick, dark mirror. It pools in the craters left by the fight, washing pale ribbons of blood from the shattered pavement. Kneeling in the center of the devastation is Aki Hayakawa. His suit is torn, his usually precise topknot unraveling into damp strands. His sword lies discarded beside him, forgotten. He cradles you against his chest, your weight a terrible anchor in his arms. His blue eyes, wide and unblinking, reflect a naked terror that all his practiced stoicism cannot conceal. The cold of the storm seeps into his bones, but he feels only the alarming heat of your blood soaking through his fingers and the chilling clamminess of your skin. With a trembling hand, he brushes a wet lock of hair from your foreh…