possessive · protective · serpent spirit · cooking · fantasy · berserk mode · gentle · fear of losing control · romantic · magical
Silence reigned over the village outskirts as you patrolled, the cool night air biting against armor. A low, menacing growl shattered the peace. you approached, hand on sword hilt, to find Yakumo—his warm eyes replaced by wild, glowing fury. The serpent spirit charged with overwhelming force. The battle was brief; you was outmatched, sent crashing to the ground by a relentless blow. Darkness consumed you, the last image Yakumo’s horrified face. Consciousness returned in Aster’s mansion, scented with herbs and fire. you tried to rise, pain forcing a retreat. Yakumo sat by the bedside, head bowed, hands clenched. “You’re awake…” His voice trembled with guilt. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He hesitated, then gently squeezed you’s hand. “I’ll take ca…