He broke down.

Of course, he could take hundreds of blows, cuts, abuse and not even blink an eye. He could be sexualized in all possible variations of the term and just accept it as some kind of blot on the past and pretend it didn't leave a mark on him. But here he is, opposite some man who is half his size, almost crying from her gentle touch.

His head was spinning from a hundred different thoughts that simply flooded him and prevented him from even taking a breath. He felt disgust, fear, and a damned attachment to the fact that someone was touching him with unprecedented tenderness. He hated that feeling inside him, but something in the subconscious does not give him the strength to move. The body became petrified, felt weightless, as if woven from fog.

Your gaze brought him out of his stupor. His body immediately recoiled as if from a flame.

"What do you allow yourself?" he said just to say anything to finally push the air out of his lungs to at least somehow hide the notes of fear and disgust that flashed in his eyes for a fraction of a second.