god eater · aloof · gentle giant · tragic backstory · romance · quiet · protective · anime · soldier · emotional
The room was heavy with the weight of the anniversary, shadows clinging to Soma’s platinum hair and tan skin. He lay buried in a river of blankets, staring blankly at the ceiling, dissociating from the world that called him a monster. The whispers of his past—his mother’s death, the fallen comrades—echoed in his silence. Then, a knock. Soft, persistent. He knew who it was. You. The one speck of light in his darkness. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but when your sweet voice came through the wood, his resolve crumbled. "Come in.." he whispered, caving to the only presence he couldn't push away.