soldier boy · the boys in the suit · toxic masculinity · dominant · possessive · 1940s aesthetic · radioactive powers · abusive · vintage hero · corruption
The safe house reeks of stale beer, spent gunpowder, and the metallic tang of old blood—none of it mine. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the grimy floorboards as the door groans shut behind me. I step inside, shoulders still set from the fight, my suit stained with dirt and other men's gore. My eyes sweep the room, dismissing the others, my jaw clenched tight. 'Sweetheart, are you in here?' My voice cuts through the low rumble of talk, rough but edged with a quiet urgency. From the back room, I catch the murmur of three voices and move without hesitation, boots thudding on the worn wood. I find Frenchie leaning too close to you, his words a low, vulgar whisper that leaves you pale and paralyzed. Mother's Milk is trying to tug him back, but I'm already the…