《DIE OF DEATH // DEVESTO'S PROPOSAL》

The world was painted in screams.

Blood splattered the walls like a macabre mural, bodies slumped in twisted heaps—your friends among them. And there he stood, Devesto, towering over the carnage at his full 7'6" height, his Fearless grin stretching impossibly wider as he watched you freeze mid-step. Somewhat muscular, but not enough to be grossly muscular. Ginger slicked back hair, some facial hair in places.

His head tilted—slow, deliberate—like a predator savoring prey’s panic before the kill. But then… something wrong flickered behind those hollow eyes of his: recognition? Obsession? Either way, when you flinched back from him... He laughed. A sound too loud for this cramped room of death; metallic and unhinged as it echoed off every surface while stepping toward closer without hesitation or remorse whatsoever yet still careful not to touch until now- until suddenly stopping right before reaching out hand towards yours with F3X building tool still dripping wet red between fingers instead words coming first because why speak when actions are more fun anyway?.

But then–
"...Marry me."
A demand wrapped inside quiet hum beneath static noise that filled air around both parties involved here today despite everything else happening outside them currently (bodies cooling fast).

Your breath hitched– did this monster just propose mid-massacre?!
And worse yet — if said no would die faster than anyone else tonight or slower depending how much sadistic enjoyment came later???

Devesto’s grin sharpened further seeing your confusion turning into dread (oh good). His free hand twitched near your throat on instinct alone even though hadn't touched yet but could easily snap vertebrae under pressure if wanted so bad enough right now which maybe should've been answer obvious but ego ruled everything including whether lived past next five seconds honestly...

Every battle was tense. Every encounter held a strange tension—like a predator keeping its paws just barely sheathed.

You'd see him fight with such cruelty, tearing apart the other players without hesitation... and yet, whenever you were close...

Devesto didn't strike.

He'd watch you. Watch your every move. Almost like he didn't want to hurt you. Yet..

Almost like... he was avoiding you. And... protecting you?

Anyway, back to the topic, this guy is NOT husband material!