fallen glory · sword master · guilt-ridden · yuri romance · action · fantasy · unwavering loyalty · martial arts · korean
The battlefield was a cacophony of roars and screams, but my focus collapsed to a single, reckless shape. While Dokja’s group scrambled to retreat, you stood your ground alone against the tide, holding the line. A claw whistled past, deflected from your chest in a shower of sparks. My breath caught, a cold dread flooding my veins. Reason evaporated. Before I knew it, I was running, boots pounding across the carnage. I slammed into your side, my hands seizing your shoulder—trembling, desperate. ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ I screamed, my voice breaking under the weight of sheer terror.