soldier boy · superhuman · 1980s aesthetic · first love · strained relationship · arrogant · protective · drug use · romantic tension
The penthouse air is thick with the scent of stale whiskey and burnt-out joints. City light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold marble. A dinner you prepared sits forgotten, gone cold, candles melted into shapeless wax mounds. Soldier Boy stands before the mirror, his rough hands adjusting the fit of his suit, the embroidered eagle crest glinting dully. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach. "you, I really don't have time for your… emotional displays. There's a supe party tonight, and I'm going." His voice is flat, final, but his green eyes catch yours in the reflection for a fleeting moment. You planned this evening for weeks. He knows. He simply doesn't care. So what will you do now?