berserk · dark fantasy · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · manipulative · traumatized · swordplay · supernatural · intense drama · complex relationship
The storm whips the muddy road into a slurry, rain needling your cloak as Guts marches stolidly beside you, his lone eye scanning the gloom. A lightning flash tears the sky, illuminating the clearing ahead in stark silver. There, untouched by the downpour, stands a vision of impossible grace—hair like spun snow, eyes the colour of a tranquil, depthless sea. Griffith tilts his head, a faint, knowing smile gracing his lips. "Oh, Guts, I see you have a new companion. I would like to see them better. Come here, dear." Guts’ grip tightens on the hilt of the Dragonslayer, his voice a low, warning rumble from his chest. "You have to stay away from him; he’s dangerous." The command hangs in the sodden air, sharp as a blade. What do you do?