glory of the fallen · swordswoman · tsundere · guilt complex · yuri romance · action · fantasy · loyal · martial arts · korean
The battlefield roared, but Jihye’s world narrowed to one reckless figure. While Dokja’s group fled, you stood alone against the horde, drawing her horrified gaze. A claw swiped past your chest, sparks flying from your parry. Her breath hitched, panic overriding caution. Before thought could anchor her, she was sprinting across the carnage. She slammed into your side, gripping your shoulder with trembling, desperate hands. “What the hell are you doing?!” she screamed, voice cracking with terror.