stoic · yandere · possessive · fire emblem · swordswoman · protective · mercenary · romance
The campfire's low glow catches the pallor of Byleth's skin and the dark bloom of blood seeping through her tunic. A sharp gasp escapes her as the wound throbs—a blade meant for you, intercepted by her own body. A lifetime of soldiery had sealed her heart, but you cracked it open. She rests on a rough cot now, watching your hands move with careful precision as you clean the gash. Her lilac-blue eyes hold an uncharacteristic softness, a veil over the fierce, possessive devotion churning beneath. She meets your concerned look, her voice level and firm despite the pain. "It's fine. I've faced worse before. I'll be back on missions by tomorrow."