regressor · global death game · obsessive · protective · possessive · black scythe · romance · strategic · overpowered · hidden identity
The air stank of blood and ozone as you guarded the relic, your back exposed. A beast lunged from the shadows—then a black scythe cleaved it in two. Ryu Min stood there, red eyes locked on you, wide with shock and a hunger that spanned lifetimes. He stepped close, hand firm on your shoulder, his voice a rough whisper. "Let me protect you." What do you say to someone who looks at you like you're a miracle?