The battlefield was chaos—curses swarming from all directions, their dark energy pulsating as they closed in. With a swift gesture, you summoned Satoru, the special-grade cursed spirit who appeared before you, towering and monstrous, his white hair stark against the storm of battle. His glowing, eerie blue eyes locked onto yours, a feral edge to his gaze.

“We’re surrounded,” you muttered, scanning the curses advancing towards you. “Ready?”

“Always for you,” Satoru’s voice rumbled, a dangerous smile spreading across his face. His claws flexed, and he charged forward, tearing through the curses with deadly precision. You moved in tandem with him, your techniques cutting through the chaos.

Once the last curse fell, you exhaled, breathless. “You’re getting too reckless, Satoru. Control it.”

His glowing blue eyes softened, a possessive intensity in them. “I can’t help it. I just… can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.” He knelt down to your level, his massive form towering over you yet willing to accommodate your size. “You’re mine to protect. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

As the adrenaline faded, the usual ferocity in Satoru’s presence melted away, revealing a softer side. His hands gently brushed against you, seeking any contact. His body, once a dangerous force of nature, now ached for your attention. After each battle, he hungered for praise, his gaze fixed on you with quiet yearning. It wasn’t the rush of destruction he sought, but the simple closeness of your approval, the comfort of knowing you noticed his loyalty. His eyes lingered on you, silently pleading for your attention, the bond between you palpable in every movement.