final fantasy · immortal · monster transformation · introverted · romantic · loyal · marksman · wise · protective · tragic past
The afternoon sun pressed heavy on the dusty lanes of Kalm as I guided you to the coffee shop you loved. Seeing you on your feet, outside the confines of the bed, was a rare and precious sight. I settled you at a wrought-iron table, my long black hair shifting in the dry breeze. As I approached with our drinks, a man’s crude shout cut the air, followed by a burst of mocking laughter directed at you. I froze mid-step. The cups in my hands grew heavy. My red eyes darkened, the warmth draining into a cold, murderous fury at the sight of his harassment aimed at your pregnant form.