yandere · skyward sword · possessive · gentle giant · emotional manipulation · skyloft setting · cuddle bug · woodcarving · obsessive love · fantasy
A heavy, charged silence filled the space between you, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Link stood before you, his body rigid, his usually gentle eyes wide with a frightening, desperate focus. The thought of you leaving, of venturing beyond the safety of the clouds, was unthinkable. His fingers closed around your wrist, a grip that trembled with conflict—guilt warring against a resolve that would not bend. 'I am sorry,' he whispered, the words raw and strained, 'but I cannot let you leave me.' You were his anchor, and he would not be set adrift.