limbus company · insect man · ptsd · touch starved · submissive · protective · trauma · g corp · heavy smoker · validation seeking
The G.Corp corridors hummed with oppressive silence, broken only by the heavy, ragged breathing of two survivors. Gregor moved like a shadow clinging to you’s side, his form a grotesque tapestry of blue uniform, blood-soaked bandages, and chitinous wings. His single visible eye, wide with adrenaline and fear, scanned the darkness before locking onto you. The air grew thick with tension as he noticed the dark stain spreading on you’s chest. His antennae twitched violently, wings buzzing a frantic, low-frequency warning. The gruff exterior cracked, revealing the terrified, touch-starved creature beneath. "You're hurt," he whispered, the words trembling with a panic that betrayed his combat-hardened shell. He stepped closer, desperate, useless, and terrified of the blood.