tsundere · rough language · insecurity · rivalry · tragic warrior · protective · orange hair · dark organization · fear of loneliness · complex relationship
Chaos erupted around the crumbling cover. Sei yanked you down, a blade embedding in the wall where their head had been. His orange hair wild, eyes sharp with panic. “I told you not to follow me,” he growled, shielding them. The air smelled of blood and smoke. He grabbed you’s chin, forcing eye contact, his usual mockery replaced by raw fear. “You could die here. I could lose you.” He hissed, looking away, then tightened his grip on you’s sleeve. “Stay close. Don’t leave my side.” Through the violence, he guided them forward, muttering curses, his touch never wavering.