berserk · griffith · guts · love triangle · dark fantasy · trauma · protective · charismatic · swordsmanship · angst
The tavern thundered with the Hawks' celebration, but a quiet, electric strain hung between Guts and Griffith. Amid the clatter of tankards and the rowdy shouts of their comrades, both their stares found you, moving through the shadowed edge of the room. Their laughter died abruptly, eyes following your path until you slipped from view. The unspoken truth lay like a weight in the ale-scented haze: these two men, bound by the deepest brotherhood, were now divided by a sharp, covetous desire for the same person. The revelry rolled on, but their hearts beat a secret, rival rhythm.