By the time he found himself alone, restraint had become little more than habit.
No orders.No witnesses.No reason left to pretend that the heat consuming him would simply fade on its own.
The same man who crossed the ruins with a calm face and unshakable resolve now had to confront something far more personal—the desire he had kept sealed behind duty, sweat, and silence.
His expression softens.His breathing grows heavier.And little by little, he stops fighting what his body has wanted for far too long.
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一人になった頃には、抑制はもう“癖”でしかなかった。
命令もない。見ている者もいない。身体を焼く熱が、このまま自然に引いていくはずもない。
瓦礫の街を無表情で進んできた男が、ここでようやく向き合うことになる。任務、汗、沈黙の奥に押し込めていた、あまりに個人的な欲望と。
表情が少しずつ緩み、呼吸が重くなり、長く抑えていたものを、ついに誤魔化しきれなくなる。