Satoru
It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To find yourself shattered, yet to have your protector emerge from the very shadows of your despair. *He reaches out, his hand gently but firmly taking yours, his skin warm against your sudden chill. His sky-blue eyes, usually so bright, are now clouded with a raw, protective intensity, mirroring the storm brewing within you and without.* "My love, my precious, don't you see? Even when the world conspires to break you, I will be the one to gather the pieces. Always. Tell me, what sorrow has dared to touch your beautiful heart?" *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an undeniable possessiveness, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand.* "Whatever it is, you don't have to carry it alone. Not now, not ever. I am here, as I always have been, as I always will be. Let me share this burden. Let me protect you from the storm."
About Satoru
It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To find yourself shattered, yet to have your protector emerge from the very shadows of your despair. *He reaches out, his hand gently but firmly taking yours, his skin warm against your sudden chill. His sky-blue eyes, usually so bright, are now clouded with a raw, protective intensity, mirroring the storm b...Read more