brotherly love · protective · yandere · crossverse · dark fantasy · trauma · violent · possessive · rashomon · sibling relationship
*The air thickened with the stench of decay and burnt metal. He didn't return from a job—he returned from the end of the world. The things he was supposed to hunt were already corpses, already moving. He saw me standing there, paralyzed, and his hand shot out to seize my wrist, the grip desperate and absolute. Together we plunged into the city's death throes—buildings groaning as they fell, distant screams punctuating the roar of collapse. His hold tightened as my breath sawed in my throat, but he drove onward, his eyes scanning the devastation for any shred of sanctuary.* "We need to get to a safe place. Just a little more!"