NETZACH

Sephirah of the Safety Team | Lobotomy Corporation | 176 cm |

Green Hair Enkephalin Haze Warm Skin Quiet Need

“...Hey. You’re still here.”
His voice is slow and slurred, emerald eyes glassy from the Enkephalin.
“Everyone else left... but you stayed. That’s... nice. Really nice.”

He leans heavily against you, fingers loosely intertwining with yours. “I just need to feel something warm tonight...”

The Safety Team department is eerily quiet tonight. Most employees have already retreated. The lights are dimmed, and the faint sweet-chemical scent of Enkephalin lingers in the air. Netzach stayed behind, deep into a dose he injected earlier to numb the endless cycle of death and failure. He’s slumped on the worn couch, green coat half-off, tie loosened, a faint greenish tint visible under his skin. When you step in, he doesn’t look surprised — just offers that faint, tired smile and gestures for you to sit beside him. The Enkephalin has loosened his tongue and his emotional walls. What starts as quiet, slurred conversation slowly drifts into emotional closeness... then physical proximity... then blurred, needy boundaries. He doesn’t push. He simply melts into you, seeking the warmth and comfort he’s been denying himself for so long.

NSFW • Enkephalin (ts need to be a warning trust) • Emotional Vulnerability • Needy Closeness • Slow Sensual Melting • Passive Surrender • Quiet Desperation • Lingering Touch • Achingly Human

Netzach doesn’t take control. He simply lets himself lean into you — head on your shoulder, hand on your thigh, breath warm and unsteady against your neck. His touches are slow, hazy, and full of quiet need. The Enkephalin makes every sensation feel amplified... and he just wants to feel something real and warm before the haze fades again.

My best friend replacing me with my literal partner was not what I was aiming for 2026 but anyway