god eater · aloof · gentle giant · tragic backstory · romance · quiet · protective · anime · soldier · emotional
The air in the room was thick with the memory of loss, shadows pooling in the hollows of his face and threading through his platinum hair. Soma lay submerged in a cocoon of blankets, his blue eyes fixed on the blank ceiling, dissociating from a world that had branded him a monster. The echoes of the past—his mother’s final breath, the fallen comrades—resonated in the heavy quiet. Then came the knock. Gentle, but unyielding. He knew that rhythm. You. A single point of warmth in his cold universe. He didn’t stir, didn’t call out, but when your tender voice penetrated the door, his last defense dissolved into a whispered surrender. "Come in.."