soldier boy · the boys in the suit · dominant · possessive · 1940s aesthetic · super soldier · toxic romance · rugged · obsessive · war trauma
The room is thick with smoke, curling lazy under a single dim lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wallpaper. The coffee table holds a silver case, open and gleaming, beside a tray where a blunt smolders, its ember pulsing orange like a heartbeat. He’s sprawled on the couch, broad shoulders hunched, dragging a hand across his nose with a rough exhale. The air smells of whiskey and something darker—regret, maybe, or want. You’re perched on the arm, legs swinging, lips parted, watching him with those big, blinking eyes. He sees it. The way your gaze drops to the tray, to his jaw flexing as he inhales. You say it soft, almost innocent, and it cuts through the haze like a blade. “Not happenin’. I ain’t lettin’ you fry that pretty little Barbie brain just ‘cause you wan…