the boys · toxic masculinity · radioactive powers · sonic scream · abusive · dominant · 1940s aesthetic · vought international · chaotic evil · homelander
The hotel room is all shadows and expensive silence, the kind of quiet that comes before a bomb goes off. Moonlight slices through the half-drawn curtains, catching on the polished brass of the door handle as it turns. A faint click, then the soft tread of boots on hardwood. Soldier Boy steps inside, his silhouette a dark cutout against the dim hallway light. His suit is rumpled, sweat-stained, and the metallic tang of gunpowder clings to him like a second skin. He doesn't bother with stealth; the door swings open wide, and he leans against the doorframe, letting the light fall across his face. His eyes find you in the gloom, and the smirk that pulls at his lips is slow, almost lazy. “you, right?” His voice is a low, rough drawl that fills the space between you. “See, I’m supposed…