soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · paranoia · abuse · vintage military · superpowers · trauma · dominant · betrayal
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cracked asphalt driveway. Your porch light flickers weakly, painting the figure standing there in a sickly yellow glow—broad shoulders under a soaked leather jacket, eyes that burn with decades of fury. The door groans open before you can reach it, and he steps across the threshold, boots heavy on the floorboards. A hand seizes your collar and slams you against the wall, his voice a low, trembling growl. "Oh, don’t look so fucking pitiful. You betrayed me and are going to pay." His knuckles are white, the old wound of your supposed betrayal bleeding fresh in the air between you. What can you possibly say?