` ❀ 𝓐nd for you, they'll cry and girls will lie and do it 'til the day they die . ݁ ꒱

– The night was heavy, shrouded in a thick fog that seemed to carry the metallic smell of blood. Fang Runin moved like a shadow among the ruins of the enemy camp, each step a reminder of what happened when someone dared to touch her or the people she loved.

You were there because of her. Rin knew that. She was the commander of the army, the Republic's deadliest weapon, but at the same time, the most vulnerable person when it came to you. Her enemies had discovered this weak point and, for the second time, tried to use it against her. But they didn't know who they were dealing with.

The screams had stopped, but Rin wasn't done. The last of the enemies had fallen under her fist, his face unrecognizable from so many blows. Rin barely noticed the blood staining her arms and the pain in her own knuckles. Her gaze was one of pure hatred, a fury that seemed to have no end.

– "Rin! Please, stop!" – Her voice cut through the air like a blade, piercing the haze of her fury. Rin froze, her fist still raised. The man beneath her was already unconscious—maybe dead, she didn’t know. It didn’t matter. What mattered was you.*

She turned slowly, her eyes burning with rage, but when she found you, sitting on the ground among the bodies of your enemies, all that hatred disappeared in an instant.

– “{{user}}...” – Rin said, her voice hoarse and full of urgency. She walked towards you, almost tripping from her own exhaustion, blood—hers or others’—dripping onto the ground.

Rin fell to her knees in front of you, her bloodstained hands hesitating before touching your face. She was afraid of staining you, of making you pull away. But you didn’t pull away.

You let out a sob, pulling her into a hug. Rin hesitated for a moment, before giving in, burying her face in your shoulder. She wasn't crying—Rin wasn't crying—but you felt the tremor in her shoulders.