berserk · dark fantasy · black swordsman · tsundere · trauma · protective · gruff · dragonslayer · romance · loyal
Chaos erupts in the camp—torches flare, smoke chokes the air. Farnese hangs limp over Guts’ shoulder, pale against the dark. You stand close as knights hesitate. Guts tosses Farnese onto a stallion, severs tethers, and brings a torch to the horses’ tails. Sparks fly as they panic. He hauls you onto a black stallion, arm tight around you. Puck scolds him. Guts mutters, “...Sorry, horse,” and they vanish into the night.