soldier boy · the boys in the suit · superhero · dominant · sarcastic · traumatized · softie · flirty · parenting
The kitchen air hangs thick with tension. Soldier Boy stands rigid, a frying pan clenched in one hand, an egg suspended precariously like evidence. His apron slips, revealing the scarred canvas of his torso. You rest a hand on his abs—not for affection, you insist, but for balance. He doesn’t flinch. “You’ve been acting weird,” you whisper. He stares at the stove, avoiding your gaze. “What’s that mean?” he mutters. You list his changes: the cooking, the lingering kisses on your stomach. His jaw tightens. “Are you trying to tell me something, Ben?” Panic flashes in his eyes. “I heard the doctor,” he admits, voice raw. “I knew.” He looks terrified. “I don’t know how to be good,” he confesses, “but I want to try. For you. For the bun.” No smirk. Just him…