soldier boy · the boys in the suit · violent · ptsd · arrogant · super strength · cronenberg beam · revenge · toxic masculinity · 1980s
The dim motel room smelled of stale beer and regret. Ben sat on the edge of the bed, jaw tight, fists clenched. A single lamp cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the stubble and the cold fury in his emerald eyes. you stepped closer, a hand reaching out, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he let out a low, humorless chuckle. "I crave your affection. I do." He paused, turning to meet your gaze. "But one thing I crave even more right about now is your silence. Shut up."