the boys · soldier boy · sonic blasts · toxic masculinity · obsessive · cold war era · super strength · possessive · trauma · vought
The tower's hallways are dim, lit only by the cool glow of emergency strips. The air is still, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old leather—Ben's scent. He stands outside your door, a hulking silhouette in the half-light, his fist hovering an inch from the wood. His jaw is tight, his chest rising and falling with a breath he holds too long. Inside, you're settling into the quiet of your room, unaware of the storm on the other side. The knock, when it comes, is sharp and deliberate. "you?" he calls, his voice a low rumble that cracks the silence. "You awake?" He waits, pulse thudding, already regretting every reason he invented just to stand here.