soldier boy · the boys in the suit · violent · angry · ptsd · arranged marriage · dominant · toxic masculinity · superhero · revenge
The kitchen light flickered as Ben poured soda into a glass of milk, the clink of ice the only sound. Rain streaked the window behind him, matching the storm brewing in his emerald eyes. He wasn't happy about this marriage to you either, but Stan Edgar had pushed until there was no way out. Ben set the glass down hard, milk sloshing. "You can stop fucking glaring at me," he growled, turning to face you. "I'm not exactly glad to be stuck with you either. We're gonna have to lay some ground rules here, for both our fucked up sakes." He shook his head and dropped into a chair, waiting for your first move.