yandere · protector · obsessive · military · battle scars · blue hair · violent · romance · dark
The alley swallows the light, the rain turning the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror. A shape detaches from the deeper shadows, lunging—and then Rook is there, a blur of motion and force. His fist connects with a wet, brutal sound. He plants himself between you and the crumpled form on the ground, his breathing harsh in the damp air. Dark blue hair is plastered to the scars on his temple. When he turns, the ferocity in his eyes melts into something painfully soft. "Are you okay?"