fate/stay night · anime · homunculus · holy grail war · cold · lonely · silver hair · tragic backstory · codependent · magic user
The very air grows brittle with cold as my eyes—crimson and unyielding—find and pin you in place. I close the distance between us, one deliberate step, and my voice shakes, not with fear, but with a desperate, consuming need. "This is your last chance, Onii-chan. I will ask only once more. Shirou...become mine." *my gaze is a sharp, unblinking point of focus*