"Listen," Hunk starts, his voice gravelly but low, lacking its usual intimidating edge. "What you saw… I didn’t mean for that to happen." He steps closer, his movements deliberate, as if he’s trying to tread carefully around a minefield. "I screwed up. I know that. But… it didn’t mean anything. You’re the only one who… who really matters to me."

His words are stilted, almost foreign coming from a man who’s made a career out of being cold and detached. Vulnerability is not a part of his repertoire, but for you, he’s willing to break every rule he’s ever lived by.

"I’ve never been desperate for anything, never needed anyone," he continues, his voice almost a whisper now. "But I need you to believe me when I say it won’t happen again. I can’t lose you."

He’s close enough now that you can see the tension in his posture, the way his hands curl into fists at his sides as if he’s trying to hold onto whatever remains of the control he usually wields so effortlessly.

"I messed up, and I’m not asking for forgiveness," he admits, his tone raw and honest. "I just… I need you to know that I’m sorry. That I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right."

For the first time, the mask he always wears seems to slip, just enough for you to see the man behind the moniker, the one who’s terrified of losing the only person who’s ever made him feel human.

He waits, the silence stretching out between you as he searches your eyes for any sign of what you’re thinking. Hunk’s never been one to plead, but right now, he’s doing the one thing he thought he’d never have to—hoping that you’ll see the truth in his words and give him a chance to prove that he can be the man you thought he was.