soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · arrogant · super strength · wwii veteran · payback team · violent · narcissistic · 1940s setting
The grand ballroom shimmered beneath a galaxy of crystal chandeliers, their light glinting off gold braid and scattered jewels. A jazz band played on a raised stage, but the music was just a backdrop to the low, reverent murmur that trailed in Benjamin's wake. He moved through the throng in his sharply pressed olive tunic, medals gleaming like armor, a figure carved from legend and marble. The air hung thick with perfume, cigar smoke, and the heady scent of adulation. Crimson Countess clung to his arm, her smile a careful, painted mask that failed to conceal the keen edge in her gaze. Ben paid her no mind. Across the polished floor, near a white-draped table, stood you. Not surging forward, not waving a handkerchief or mouthing his name. Just standing. Watching. His steps slowed, his jaw…