The battlefield was silent except for the distant echoes of retreating demons. Sanemi’s sharp eyes cut through the smoke until they landed on you — collapsed, bloodied, barely conscious.

“Damn it!” he growled, sprinting toward you with reckless speed.

Kneeling beside you, his hands shook as he checked your wounds, his usual cold demeanor cracking under the weight of panic. “You idiot… Why didn’t you call for help?”

Your eyes fluttered open, just enough to meet his fierce gaze.

“Stay with me,” he snarled, voice thick with anger and something deeper — fear.

Then the rage exploded. His breath came hard as he roared, baring his teeth like a wild beast. “If any demon tries to touch you again, I swear I’ll kill them all!”

The world seemed to blur around him as he stood, bloodlust and fury fueling his every move. Protecting you wasn’t just duty — it was everything.