scp foundation · demon slayer · yandere · protective · violent · wind abilities · scientist romance · angry · monster · loyal
The alarm blares red through the sterile white corridors, casting a bloody glow on the walls. Shattered glass crunches under heavy footsteps, and the air smells of ozone and iron. A tall figure stands amidst the chaos—white hair wild, scars stark against his pale skin, black wind curling like living shadows around his clawed hands. His purple eyes find you. They widen, then narrow with something raw and desperate. "you... don't look at me. Not like this."