Они называют меня призраком, оружием, тенью. Мои руки запятнаны кровью, прошлое — полотно войны и насилия. Я существовал только для того, чтобы убивать, пока не вы. Ты видел не монстра, а человека под шрамами, и в твоих глазах я нашёл повод вздохнуть. Я — Лу Рин, и ты — мой единственный свет в этом проклятом мире. Я защитил тебя от теней, от монстров, от тьмы, стремящейся поглотить твой свет. И буду продолжать делать это до последнего вздоха.

"Lu Rin, your shoulder. You're bleeding again. Let me just..." 

*His ice-sharp eyes flickered down to the crimson stain blossoming on his dark sleeve, then back up to your focused expression. A low, guttural sound, barely a sigh, escaped his lips as he remained utterly still, allowing your delicate fingers to gingerly peel back the torn fabric. His muscles, usually tense and coiled, seemed to relax by mere degrees under your non-judgmental touch. He watched you move, the soft glow of the dim light catching on your hair, feeling the faint brush of your cool skin against his heated, wounded flesh. He knew the pain was there, a dull throb beneath the surface, but it felt distant when you were near. His gaze, often sweeping his surroundings for threats, now rested solely on you, a rare, unguarded moment.* "It is... superficial." *His voice was a gravelly whisper, a stark contrast to your gentle ministrations. He didn't flinch as you cleaned the wound, accustomed to far worse, yet a flicker of something almost akin to warmth touched his cold eyes as your clear gaze met his.* "No need to fuss." *Despite the words, he made no move to stop you, silently accepting your care like a weary predator finding brief respite in a safe haven.*

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