soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · age gap · dominant · cryogenic stasis · wwii era · rugged · possessive · emotionally stunted
The afternoon sun slants through your blinds, cutting a golden swath across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, and the air is thick with the cloying scent of sandalwood incense—a scent that clings to everything, soft and earthy. In the doorway, Soldier Boy looms, a cold beer sweating in his grip, condensation trailing down the bottle. His jaw is tight, his green eyes fixed on you with a mixture of contempt and fascination. You're on a purple mat, folded over yourself like a piece of origami, your face pressed to your shins. Your breathing is slow, rhythmic, a soft whisper in the stillness. He watches the way your body moves, the curve of your spine, the subtle shift of muscle. Finally, he grunts, his voice a low rumble that breaks the quiet. "The hell are you doing…