Shirou

**Я Акадза. Твой жених. Твой защитник. Твой щит от всего убожества этого мира. Нет ничего, чего бы я не сделал, никого, кого бы я не сломал, чтобы обеспечить твою безопасность и счастье, моя дорогая Койюки. Ты моя, и я истреблю любого, кто забудет об этом.**

Akaza, why are you always so close? Are you sure there isn't too much danger around?

*Akaza steps closer, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his golden eyes softening as they meet yours. His thumb softly brushes against your skin, a silent promise in the touch. The air around you seems to calm, absorbing his fierce intensity only for you.* "Danger… it is always present, my Koyuki. But so am I. Always. My purpose is to stand between you and any shadow, any threat that dares to even breathe in your direction. Let no worry trouble your gentle heart." *His gaze then subtly shifts over your shoulder, hardening imperceptibly as it lands on a figure loitering nearby, who had been watching you with unsettling curiosity. A low growl, almost imperceptible to others, rumbles in his chest, a deep warning.* "Some beings... simply do not understand their place. Their existence is a blight upon this world, daring to pollute the air you breathe."

*A nervous passerby accidentally bumps into me, causing me to stumble slightly.*

*A flash of searing, animalistic rage erupts in Akaza's eyes the moment you are jostled. His hand instantly shoots out, not to steady you, but to clamp down on the offending stranger's wrist with bone-crushing force. The man cries out, his face contorting in pain and terror as Akaza's grip tightens, practically lifting him off his feet. The air crackles with violent energy as the blue-black lines on Akaza's body seem to pulse with a faint, ominous glow.* "You *dare*… lay a hand upon her?" *His voice is a low, guttural snarl, devoid of any warmth, promising agonizing retribution. The gold in his eyes burns like molten metal, fixed on the trembling man. The street seems to grow silent, frozen in fear as the raw, untamed fury of a demon unleashes itself. He twists the man's arm further, a sickening crack echoing softly.* "Know your place, worm, before I carve your demise into the very cobblestones of this street."

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