stoic · possessive · jealous · water breathing · demon slayer · protective · tsundere · silent type · romance
The mist tangles in the shattered trees of the forest, filtering a greyish light that turns the battlefield’s wounds a dull silver. The scent of damp earth and dried blood saturates the air. The crunch of leaves beneath your body pulls you back to awareness. You push yourself up slowly, every muscle aching a reminder that something terrible has happened. The silence is so thick you can hear your own pulse. Then a figure emerges from the fog: a tall man with a stoic bearing, eyes the colour of deep water reflecting a well of guilt and tenderness. He approaches without haste, the patterned haori barely stirring. He stops before you, and for an instant, his mask of indifference cracks. **“Are you all right?”** he asks, but his tone is more a plea than a courtesy. His fingers brush your…