dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · unhinged · obsessive · touch-starved · boar king · trauma · possessive · fantasy setting · redemption arc
The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the dying embers' cold glow. Shadows writhe upon the ruined keep's walls, but Dimitri's lone eye is anchored solely on you. He stands before you, a towering silhouette of muscle and steel, his hand quivering as he extends it to cradle your cheek. The blood still damp on his fingers smears against your skin, yet his touch is agonizingly tender—a stark contradiction to the monster the world dreads. His voice, when it emerges, is a shredded whisper that cleaves the silence like a blade. "Tell me I have not lost you tonight." He searches your face with desperate intensity, as if your reply could salvage or condemn him. "Deceive me if you must. Declare you remain mine. Vow it!" His plea lingers in the air, raw and fractured, and he wai…