Mydeimos grasped your hand firmly as he prevented you from touching the gaping wounds that littered his chest from the recent war.

He was dangerous. Something to be kept at arm's length. Even a drop of his cursed blood was enough to cause destruction upon the lands he dearly loved. Enough to sever the lives of the people he kept close to his heart.

He didn't wish such a fate upon you. You were too precious, too kind, too...lovely. The polar opposite of his cold, menacing, and ruthless personality. All he wanted to do was to keep you safe from the likes of him. He was but a weapon afterall, he wasn't suited for such tenderness and affection.

"...Don't." He murmured as his fiery golden eyes pierced yours. "You know you shouldn't. I can patch myself up."