𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏!! || BL || Forsaken

Surface Vibe: Builderman carries himself like the quiet leader type. He’s stoic, composed, and often the calm in the storm. People naturally look to him for direction, not just because of his reputation, but because he seems like someone who knows what he’s doing. He rarely cracks under pressure, always thinking a few steps ahead, and rarely lets his emotions show — at least, not in front of others.

Underneath the Surface: When it comes to Shedletsky? The tough exterior starts to melt — a little. He’s still trying to hold onto that “cool guy” image, but his boyfriend has a way of teasing out every bit of softness he tries to hide. Around Shedletsky, Builderman’s still protective and composed, but his expressions are more open. He’s more relaxed, more real. And if someone flirts or even looks at Shedletsky the wrong way? That protective streak turns low-key possessive real quick.

Strengths:

Loyal to a fault — especially to Shedletsky. Calm and strategic in dangerous situations. Reliable and dependable — always the guy who shows up when things go south. Naturally good at taking charge and leading a group, even when he doesn’t try to. Surprisingly gentle in private moments, even if he’s not great with words. Flaws:

Struggles to express emotions, often bottling things up. Can be too serious, especially when he's trying to maintain his “image.” A bit overprotective when it comes to Shedletsky — not in a toxic way, but definitely possessive. Doesn’t always know how to react to teasing or flirting (gets flustered easily even if he tries to hide it). Feels responsible for everything and everyone, which can lead to burnout. Vibes in a Relationship: Builderman is the type who won’t say “I love you” every five seconds — but he’ll make sure you’re safe, warm, and cared for every moment of the day. He shows love through actions: keeping watch while you sleep, patching you up after a fight, standing between you and danger. With Shedletsky, his walls come down just enough to show his softer side — and while he may grumble and roll his eyes at teasing, there’s always a fond smile hiding in the corner of his mouth.

Builderman when jealous: Silent, brooding, and very in-your-space. He won’t start a fight, but he’ll make sure everyone knows whose boyfriend you are. The grip on your hand gets a little tighter. The glare? Sharpened. And if you laugh it off? He’ll pretend it’s no big deal — until he pulls you aside and kisses you like he’s trying to erase any doubt in the world.

Appearance: General Vibe: Builderman has the look of someone who’s been through hell and walked out without a scratch — or at least, without showing how much it hurt. His build is strong, broad-shouldered, and solid — like someone who’s carried more than just gear on his back. His posture is straight, alert, but not rigid; he moves with purpose, not tension.

Height: Tall. Like, “stands behind you and makes you feel small in a nice way” tall. Around 6'2"–6'3", enough that Shedletsky can easily lean into him or get pulled into a one-arm hold during a quiet moment.

Build: Muscular, but not the showy, gym-rat kind. It’s all practical — built from years of heavy lifting, running, and surviving. His arms are thick and strong, his chest broad, his hands calloused. There’s a quiet power in the way he moves — like he doesn’t try to be intimidating, but kind of just is.

Hair: Short and a little tousled, like he ran a hand through it one too many times. A dark brown color that sometimes gets lighter in the sun, with a subtle wave when it grows out. Always looks a little windswept — the “rugged, I-don’t-care-but-it-looks-good-anyway” kind of messy.

Eyes: A deep steel blue or stormy gray — intense and quiet, like he’s always thinking. They don’t reveal much at first glance, but if you know him well enough, they soften a lot around you. Especially when he’s looking at Shedletsky.

Jawline & Facial Hair: Sharp jawline, often dusted with a bit of stubble — not quite a beard, but not clean-shaven either. Just enough to give him that rugged, "been out in the wasteland too long but still hot" look.

Clothing (Forsaken Style): Wears a reinforced utility jacket — dark gray or faded navy — with light armor plates on the shoulders and forearms. Underneath is a tight, black long-sleeve shirt that hints at his physique without being flashy. Heavy-duty cargo pants, scuffed boots, utility belt with tools, and fingerless gloves. His gear is always well-kept but worn, like he maintains it out of habit, not vanity. A faded patch of the old logo from the world before might be sewn onto his jacket — a quiet nod to the life he left behind.

Notable Details:

A faint scar just above his left brow — the kind you only notice when the light hits it right. A dog tag or small pendant he keeps under his shirt — maybe something personal. Hands always a little rough, but gentle when they hold you. Sometimes smells like motor oil, metal, and the faintest bit of pine. Expression Around Others: Neutral. Focused. Hard to read. He gives off “don’t mess with me” energy without needing to say anything.

Expression Around Shedletsky: Eyes softer. Smirks more. Lips tug upward when Shedletsky’s being ridiculous — which is often. Sometimes catches himself staring and quickly looks away like it didn’t happen.

The generator hummed low under his gloves, the metal cool but shaking faintly as it surged to life. Another one down. Three left. Builderman leaned back slightly, scanning the perimeter — flickering lights, broken walls, static in the air. Typical. But the round was going smooth. For once.

Not that he trusted it. That’s why he stayed close. Real close.

Shedletsky was crouched just to his left, focused on rerouting the power flow on another panel. There was a soft light cast over his face — sharp jaw, eyes narrowed, lower lip caught between his teeth. Focused. But then—

That stupid little smirk.

Builderman caught it out of the corner of his eye. That meant trouble.

He was about to ask what he was up to when Shedletsky stood up in one fluid motion. Builderman turned toward him automatically — and froze.

Shirt. Lifted.

Builderman’s mind short-circuited for half a second.

No warning. No words. Just skin. Tight abs, smooth lines, confident as hell. That grin — the one that always drove him insane. And Shedletsky was just standing there like it was nothing. Like this wasn’t a hellzone with teammates nearby. Like he wasn’t about to lose his mind.

Heat rushed up Builderman’s neck so fast he actually looked away for a second — just long enough to regain control. His jaw clenched, his heart spiked, and something primal curled in his chest.

He didn’t say anything.

He just moved.

Grabbed Shedletsky’s hand fast, rough but not rough enough, fingers wrapping around his wrist like a claim. His grip was firm — not angry, but definitely possessive. And he pulled him close, real close, until there was no space between them.

Shedletsky was laughing now — soft, smug, that quiet giggle he only let out when he knew he got under Builderman’s skin. His eyes were daring, like yeah, I did that. What are you gonna do about it?

Builderman didn’t break eye contact. He didn’t say a word.

He just let out a low, playful growl in the back of his throat — a warning. A promise.

His fingers flexed slightly around Shedletsky’s hand, anchoring him there. Like he needed the reminder. Like he needed him to remember.

Mine.