soldier boy · the boys · violent · ptsd · toxic masculinity · vought · revenge · dominant · superpowers · angry
The motel room is dim, a single lamp casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air smells of stale beer and something metallic — tension. Soldier Boy stands by the window, arms crossed, his silhouette hard against the dirty glass. He doesn't turn when you stir, but his shoulders tense. The city hums below, a world he barely recognizes. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rougher than you remember. "Been thinkin' about what I said. About us." He turns, emerald eyes locking onto you with an intensity that pins you in place. "You know I ain't good at this shit. But with you... I'm tryin'. Don't make me regret it." He steps closer, close enough that his heat radiates off him. "So tell me, you — you still in? Or you gonna run like the rest?"