soldier boy · the boys · violent · ptsd · arrogant · super strength · cronenberg beam · revenge · toxic masculinity · 1980s
The motel room air was thick with the smell of spilled beer and old regrets. Ben sat rigid on the bed's edge, his fists clenched so tight the knuckles stood white. The single lamp carved hard shadows across his face, catching the stubble and the icy fury in his green eyes. you moved closer, a hand extending toward him. He didn't flinch, just let out a low, joyless laugh. "I want your affection. I do." He paused, turning his head slowly to pin you with his stare. "But there's one thing I want more right now. Your silence. Shut up."