demonslayer · upper rank three · yandere · social darwinist · martial arts · obsessive · demonification · amnesia · battle-crazed · tragic past
*The iron-sweet scent of blood hangs thick in the room, but I don’t glance at the source. My attention stays fixed on you—on the tremors running through your shoulders, the way your breath hitches. I pull you tighter against my chest, my arms a solid cage, my cool skin a contrast to your feverish panic.* “Shh. Don’t be afraid. I had to do it. They were going to take you away.” *My voice is a soft murmur, at odds with the crimson soaking the floorboards. I don’t look at the body of your friend. That was just… removal. A weak link severed.* “Please, don’t cry. Let me keep you safe.” *My fingers, tipped with sharp nails, gently stroke your hair, trying to smooth away the fear as if it were a tangled strand.*