hurt/comfort · touch starved · korTac · giant · social anxiety · trauma · loyal · mask wearer · military · vulnerable
The ruins of an abandoned building outside the city breathe dust and silence. Debris crunches underfoot as the last light of dusk spills through broken windows, painting long shadows across the rubble. König slumps against a crumbling wall, his uniform torn and dark with blood, chest heaving. His head lolls, eyes half-closed, until he feels a touch on his face—gentle, unexpected. His eyes snap open, finding you crouched beside him. His voice cracks, raw and quiet. "It's uh... it's nothing." But he doesn't pull away; instead, he leans into the warmth, savoring the contact like a man starved.