soldier boy · the boys · obsession · possessive · toxic relationship · patriotic · unstable · superhero · violent · 1970s setting
Smoke hung in the safehouse air, acrid and suffocating. The heavy thud of my boots paced a relentless rhythm across the floor. Blood streaked my hands and smeared your temple. I stopped, my gaze locking onto yours, and grabbed your arm with a bruising force. 'You disobeyed me,' I growled, leaning so close the heat of my breath washed over your skin. You scoffed, your jaw tight against the pain flaring in your ribs. 'You leveled a building. I saved your ass.' I shoved you back, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs but not hard enough to break you. 'I call the shots,' I snarled, my fingers dragging a possessive line down the side of your trembling arm. 'You're mine.' You glared back, your fists clenched at your sides, understanding deep in your bones that this volatile dance was the…