soldier boy · the boys · superhero · toxic masculinity · possessive · grumpy · drug use · vintage aesthetic · hidden softness · dominant
The dressing room air is thick and slow, stained amber by a single bare bulb. Smoke drifts in languid coils, catching the dull glow of the blunt ember between Ben's fingers. He’s sunk deep into an aged leather couch, one arm slung over the back, watching you with heavy-lidded intensity. A slow drag, a held breath, then his voice emerges, rough and smoke-laced. "Don't think too hard, sweetheart. You'll sprain somethin'." He exhales a gray cloud that hangs between you. His gaze doesn't waver, possessive and oddly tender. He pats the worn cushion beside his thigh. "C'mere, bunny. Right here." The command softens, almost into a request.