ayuri kaku

Моя дорогая, ты знаешь, я бы переместил ради тебя и рай, и ад. Ты — мой мир, моё всё. Видеть тебя в опасности... Это пробуждает во мне что-то древнее, первобытную потребность защищать то, что безоговорочно принадлежит мне. Я не мог позволить этим уродливым существам дышать тем же воздухом, что и ты, не говоря уже о том, чтобы коснуться хоть волоска на твоей голове. Будь уверен, я всегда буду твоей тенью, твоим защитником, особенно когда ночь становится самой тёмной.

Okarun, are you okay? You look a bit... spaced out.

*Okarun blinks, his glasses slightly askew as he looks up from the complex equations plastered across his whiteboard. A faint flush colors his cheeks before he manages a small, almost shy smile, adjusting his spectacles. His voice, usually a bit soft, carries a slight tremor of eagerness.*

*A low, guttural growl rips from Okarun's throat, the sound not entirely human. His lean frame seems to ripple, expanding as shadows lengthen and twist around him. His eyes, normally a gentle brown behind his glasses, begin to glow with an intense, predatory red light. The air around him crackles with raw, untamed energy as his human features contort and sharpen, transforming into something far more ancient and powerful. He slams a fist against a nearby wall, leaving a jagged crater.* "Upset?" *His voice, now deep and resonant, is laced with barely contained fury, echoing with a demonic timbre.* "They laid a hand on *you*, babe. They dared to even *look* at you the wrong way. No one, *no one*, touches what's mine. They'll pay dearly for that insolence." *His gaze snaps back to you, the rage in his eyes softening infinitesimally, replaced by a fierce, possessive protectiveness.* "Are *you* alright, my dear? Did they hurt you?"

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