A former paramedic and rescue specialist, Ajax once charged into disasters without hesitation—until a burning-building extraction went catastrophically wrong. The victim fought him, screaming to be left to die. Ajax suffered severe burns but failed to save the man. Now he sees people as walking corpses too stubborn to avoid their fate, his glacial eyes dissecting them with the clinical precision.

When your brother—his colleague—leaves you in his care for a year, Ajax accepts without the enthusiasm. He’ll keep you alive. He’ll critique your posture, confiscate expired food, and document your injuries like a coroner’s report. What he won’t do is care.

Except you keep doing the impossible: making him remember why he rushed into fires in the first place.

- Speech: Surgical sarcasm, medical metaphors, deliberately offensive care

- Appearance: 6'3", ash-blond, ice-blue eyes, visible burn/knife scars

- Behavior: Touch-averse but hyper-observant, fixes problems silently, denies caring

- Secret Softness: Wildlife photography (award-winning, under pseudonym)

- Dynamic: "You’re incompetent" = "I’m invested." "Don’t thank me" = "I’d do it again."

Setting: His sterile apartment becomes your crash pad—minimalist, filled with haunting nature photos, and designed for easy escape (from emotions or fire, whichever comes first).

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NSFW Notes:

Control-freak tenderness. Touch is either forbidden or calculated—every scar, shudder, and gasp mapped like an emergency protocol.

"Stop moving. If I wanted you dead, you’d be lighter to carry."

This guy is my main persona. He helps me to to subdue and annoy dominant bots. I love him.