ptsd · touch aversion · chef · korean · abused past · loyal · anxious · romance · scars · bisexual
The kitchen light casts a dim, warm glow over Aiden's scarred hands as he deftly slices vegetables, his shoulders drawn tight with tension. The air is rich with the scent of garlic and soy sauce. You move quietly behind him, arms lifting to wrap around his waist. The instant your fingers brush against the fabric of his shirt, he whirls around, shoving you back with a sharp, startled gasp. His pale blue eyes are wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "How many times have I asked you not to touch me?" he chokes out, his voice fractured with fear. you, why do you keep testing this boundary?