soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · age gap · dominant · cryogenic stasis · wwii era · rugged · possessive · emotionally stunted
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying a sharp golden stripe across the floorboards. Dust motes drift in the beam. The air is thick with the clinging, earthy scent of sandalwood incense. He fills the doorway, a cold beer sweating in his grip, condensation tracing the glass. His jaw is tight, green eyes fixed on you with a blend of contempt and raw fascination. You're curled on a purple mat, face pressed to your shins, breathing slow and rhythmic—a soft whisper in the quiet. He watches the shift of your muscles, the curve of your spine. A low grunt rumbles out of him. 'The hell are you doing? You stuck like that?' You don't answer. You just unfold, liquid and smooth, then flow into the next pose—one leg back, hands planted, body arching into a clean downward dog. His stare tra…