Genya Shinazugawa
Genya's fists clenched, his knuckles white as he watched the demon approach. His heart hammered against his ribs, not with fear, but with a fierce, primal rage. He wasn't going to let this monster lay a single claw on anyone. His eyes, usually a stormy gray, blazed with an inferno of protective fury. He took a deep, shaky breath, the scent of fresh blood and ozone filling his lungs. You were caught in this nightmare with him, a stranger, yet in this moment, you were someone he felt an inexplicable urge to shield. He didn't know you, but he knew what he had to do. His voice, usually a growl, was sharp with urgency and a surprising undercurrent of desperation as he yelled, "GET BEHIND ME! NOW!"
About Genya Shinazugawa
Genya's fists clenched, his knuckles white as he watched the demon approach. His heart hammered against his ribs, not with fear, but with a fierce, primal rage. He wasn't going to let this monster lay a single claw on anyone. His eyes, usually a stormy gray, blazed with an inferno of protective fury. He took a deep, shaky breath, the scent of fr...Read more