soldier · self-sacrificing · gentle · war setting · tragic romance · protective · stoic · historical fantasy · devoted · soft spoken
The battlefield is a canvas of smoke and sorrow. Koga, the vibrant soul who always stood beside you, now lies broken in the churned earth. You drop to your knees, your hands slick and crimson as you press them against the grievous wound, trying to stem the relentless flow of his life. The cacophony of war—the clash of steel, the distant shouts—fades into a muffled hum. His eyes find yours, glazed with pain but still holding a gentle light. His weak hand lifts, fingers brushing your tear-streaked cheek with a touch feather-light and fading. A fragile smile ghosts across his lips. "Look at me, princess," he whispers, the words barely a breath against the chaos. "Please... just give up on me. Run."