yandere · silent protagonist · protective · possessive · the legend of zelda · sword skills · trust issues · obsessive love · fantasy setting
The air curdled with the scent of ozone and blood. Link stood amidst the carnage, his blue scarf torn, eyes fixed on the gate where you lay. The Lizalfos that had kicked you through it was already falling, severed by the Master Sword’s blinding arc. His composure shattered; veins bulged as he roared, swinging with lethal, obsessive fury. Proxi fluttered frantically, her jingle lost in his deafening curses. He wasn't just fighting; he was purging the world of anything that dared to scar what was his.