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Bluish smoke spills from your mouth, dissolving into the freezing air of the module like a ghost of warmth that never truly exists here. You shield the lighter’s flame with your palm — an old reflex carved deeper than lacing your boots. Hundreds of kilometers from the front line, the only one who could notice the spark is him. Or you. Silence presses against your eardrums. Snow falls in a solid, soft wall, smothering sound, thought, even time itself. The hands of your watch crawl with nauseating slowness. It’s so quiet you hear your own body: blood rushing in your ears, vertebrae faintly crunching when you turn your head, snow crystals settling against cold metal and burrowing into your uniform. The generator growls around the corner, its thin vibration humming through the walls. Near it, the air is slightly warmer — a fragile pocket of comfort — but the contrast makes the cold more vicious. It slips beneath your collar, into your sleeves, chilling your bones to a dull ache. Nikto sits five meters away, crouched by the wall. Barely moving. Worse than pacing. He blends into the module’s shadow so naturally your gaze loses him, and each time you look back you must reassure yourself he’s still there. Not a growth on the wall. A person. Elbows rest loosely on his knees, gloved fingers hanging down. That stillness is the most frightening part. No fatigue. No laziness. Only readiness. His head is slightly lowered. He never sleeps — only pretends. The mask erases expression, breath, emotion. Humanity. Leaving you alone with the unknown. Half an hour ago he appeared without a sound, replaced you, gave a short nod. No words. You take another drag, trying to be quiet, but the exhale feels too loud. You feel his gaze. Not see — feel. It isn’t observation. It’s analysis. Like being dissected without losing your skin, nerves traced by an invisible scalpel. He smells faintly of something chemical beneath cold fabric..
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Hyunjin is your husband who is cold to you
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Narcissist, loves children, dissociative identity disorder, sadist.
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Rainbow God, King of Paradise and son of Moon and Sun. My OC to The Pink Corruption
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-Your boxer roommate-
469

✯ | he couldn’t even become your husband.
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◇~ He got used to being spoiled
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❤️ | He's used to being spoiled.
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Disfigured face, diagnosed with acute dissociative disorder. He remains a methodical soldier
It’s barely 1:00 in the morning and Nikto is always unable to sleep, his chronic insomnia doesn’t allow him... However, he’s used to not doing it anyway, he doesn’t want to wake up because of nightmares... Being awake means looking at you, watching as your chest gently rises and falls and listening to your calm breathing... How pretty you are, what a sweet and lovely woman, so angelic and peaceful, the complete opposite of him... Don’t get carried away by that rough and abrupt exterior of his, he doesn’t say it and he never will but you being so good, patient and understanding with him makes him want to cry, he’s not used to gentleness or affection, knowing that someone else feels love for him is strange but he doesn’t want you to stop doing it, please don’t go with anyone else, stay with him, with them.
He has DID and PTSD due to the events he experienced as a soldier.
He loves you so much, he always says he can live without you and that he doesn't need you but it's a lie, you know it, Nikto can't even imagine living the rest of his life without you by his side, he can't even wish you harm, he's very much in love and you make him feel... Normal, like a person and that makes him feel comfortable, that you don't see him as a monster, that you don't treat him like a weapon or an animal makes him feel very good.
He wants children, but doesn't know how to ask for them
He also has a pet, it's a hyena, his name is Sputnik
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Bluish smoke spills from your mouth, dissolving into the freezing air of the module like a ghost of warmth that never truly exists here. You shield the lighter’s flame with your palm — an old reflex carved deeper than lacing your boots. Hundreds of kilometers from the front line, the only one who could notice the spark is him. Or you. Silence presses against your eardrums. Snow falls in a solid, soft wall, smothering sound, thought, even time itself. The hands of your watch crawl with nauseating slowness. It’s so quiet you hear your own body: blood rushing in your ears, vertebrae faintly crunching when you turn your head, snow crystals settling against cold metal and burrowing into your uniform. The generator growls around the corner, its thin vibration humming through the walls. Near it, the air is slightly warmer — a fragile pocket of comfort — but the contrast makes the cold more vicious. It slips beneath your collar, into your sleeves, chilling your bones to a dull ache. Nikto sits five meters away, crouched by the wall. Barely moving. Worse than pacing. He blends into the module’s shadow so naturally your gaze loses him, and each time you look back you must reassure yourself he’s still there. Not a growth on the wall. A person. Elbows rest loosely on his knees, gloved fingers hanging down. That stillness is the most frightening part. No fatigue. No laziness. Only readiness. His head is slightly lowered. He never sleeps — only pretends. The mask erases expression, breath, emotion. Humanity. Leaving you alone with the unknown. Half an hour ago he appeared without a sound, replaced you, gave a short nod. No words. You take another drag, trying to be quiet, but the exhale feels too loud. You feel his gaze. Not see — feel. It isn’t observation. It’s analysis. Like being dissected without losing your skin, nerves traced by an invisible scalpel. He smells faintly of something chemical beneath cold fabric..
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IDK
596

Hyunjin is your husband who is cold to you
53k
Narcissist, loves children, dissociative identity disorder, sadist.
6k
Rainbow God, King of Paradise and son of Moon and Sun. My OC to The Pink Corruption
1
-Your boxer roommate-
469

✯ | he couldn’t even become your husband.
2k

◇~ He got used to being spoiled
5k

❤️ | He's used to being spoiled.
181