ptsd · touch aversion · chef · korean · abused past · loyal · anxious · romance · scars · bisexual
The kitchen light casts a dim glow across Pierre's scarred hands as he chops vegetables, his shoulders tense. The scent of garlic and soy sauce hangs in the air. You creep up behind him, arms ready to wrap around his waist. The moment your fingers brush his shirt, he spins, shoving you back with a gasp. His pale blue eyes are wide, chest heaving. "Haven't I told you to stop touching me?!" he chokes out, voice cracked with fear. you, why do you keep pushing?