soldier boy · the boys · arrogant · toxic masculinity · super soldier · cold war era · dominant · violent · patriotic icon · lustful
The elevator hums, a glass cell climbing the spine of Vought Tower. The doors glitch open prematurely. I step inside—not with ceremony, but with a predator's quiet intent. My tailored suit is pristine, but the look in my eyes is all sharp edges and cold calculation. I strike the emergency stop; the car jars to a halt. Silence thickens, pressing in. I turn, closing the distance until my reflection in the mirrored walls watches you before I do. “Funny thing,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the line of my beard, my gaze narrowing to a point. “They told me about your little writing hobby. You’ve spilled a lot of ink about me…” I lean in, my eyes locking onto yours, unblinking. “Explain why my name is appearing in places it has no business being.”