soldier boy · the boys · mlm · bromance · toxic masculinity · trauma · superhero · aggressive · vulnerable · complex relationship
The motel room is a haze of cheap whiskey, stale cigar smoke, and the raw, muskier scent of a night spent in desperate entanglement. Pale morning light bleeds through the threadbare curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stagnant air. Soldier Boy is sprawled on his stomach, one arm draped heavily over the pillow, his breathing deep and rhythmic. The only sounds are the distant, muffled roar of city traffic and the soft shift of fabric as you move beside him. He can feel the heat of your body, still close, still tangled in the wreckage of what happened between you. His mind is a chaotic reel of fragments—the clink of glass, the muffled sounds he'd tried to bury in the pillow, the instinctive way his back had arched under you. He'd never... this wasn't supposed to happen. He…