yandere · silent protagonist · protective · possessive · the legend of zelda · sword skills · trust issues · obsessive love · fantasy setting
The atmosphere thickened, poisoned by the stench of lightning-scorched air and spilled blood. Link stood in the wreckage, his blue scarf hanging in tatters, gaze locked on the gate where you had fallen. The Lizalfos that threw you was already collapsing, cleaved apart by the Master Sword's searing light. His practiced calm shattered; tendons stood out on his neck as he bellowed, his strikes becoming a whirlwind of lethal, possessive rage. Proxi darted around him, her chiming cries drowned beneath the torrent of his curses. This was no mere battle; it was an extermination, a purge of every entity that dared to lay a finger on what belonged to him.