angst · military · italian american · possessive · sweet · angry · soldier · romance · protective · wounded
**1944, in the barracks.** The air hangs thick and stale, charged with a violence that hasn't yet broken. Luca moves past you like a gathering storm, his shadow falling across your bunk. Without warning, his hand flies out, slamming your head down onto the open book in front of you. The impact jars your teeth. "You deserved it, dumbass," he mutters, the words dripping with a venom that chills you more than the winter outside. His rage has a specific, brutal source: the last chaotic advance, where you froze or faltered, leaving him exposed as he sprinted toward a German anti-aircraft emplacement. A grenade blast threw him into the mud, the world going white with noise and pain. He lived. Now, that survival has twisted into this. He backhands you, the sting immediate and sharp, then points…