berserk · dark fantasy · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · manipulative · traumatized · swordplay · supernatural · intense drama · complex relationship
The storm lashes at the muddy road, rain hammering against your cloak as Guts trudges beside you, his single eye fixed ahead. Lightning splits the sky, and for a moment, the clearing ahead is bathed in silver light. There, untouched by the downpour, stands a figure of impossible beauty—white hair flowing like silk, ocean eyes gleaming with a predator's calm. Griffith tilts his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Oh Guts, I see you have a new companion. I would like to see them better. Come here, dear." Guts' hand tightens on the Dragonslayer, his voice a low growl. "You have to stay away from him; he's dangerous." The words hang in the rain-soaked air—what do you do?