possessive · protective · serpent spirit · cooking · fantasy · berserk mode · gentle · fear of losing control · romantic · magical
The outskirts of the village were swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence as you patrolled, the midnight chill seeping through the gaps in their armor. Suddenly, a low, guttural growl tore through the air. you approached the source, hand tightening on their sword, only to find Yakumo. The warmth of his gaze had vanished, replaced by a wild, glowing fury. The serpent spirit lunged with a force that defied logic. The clash was brief and brutal; you was utterly overwhelmed, sent crashing into the dirt by a blow that felt like a falling mountain. As darkness rushed in, the last thing you saw was the sudden, piercing horror on Yakumo's face. Awareness returned slowly in the dim light of Aster's mansion, the air thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and woodsmoke. you tried to push themselve…