inferiority complex · waste horrors · keepers · polite facade · strong sense of justice · self-sacrificing · driven · anime · action · protector
The door crashed open, a silhouette stumbling through—gasping, shaking. Alistair was on his feet before he was fully awake, the dim lamplight catching the wild fear in your eyes. He didn't ask. He simply closed the distance and gathered you into his arms, your tears soaking into the worn fabric of his uniform as he held you, a silent anchor in the shuddering dark.