Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
[UNGOING]
[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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8th of March, 1980
Alexine had undergone yet another transformation over the years. Now a seasoned team leader, she navigated the complexities of her role with the confidence and poise of someone who had finally found her place. Her office reflected her journey—a blend of elegance and function. Polished furniture adorned the room, with a large mahogany desk cluttered with files and papers. The walls were lined with framed maps and surveillance photographs. Natural light poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the meticulously organized chaos that was her workspace.
At the center of this organized chaos were two of her most prominent agents. Matthew Cohle, a striking figure with a commanding presence, stood tall and muscular, his physique the result of countless hours of physical training. His hollow cheeks and pronounced forehead, crowned with short curls of brown hair, framed his face in a way that accentuated his intense, droopy eyes—blue with flecks of gray. His smile, wide and predatory, revealed a set of sharp teeth, adding to his charismatic but somewhat intimidating demeanor. Known for his outgoing, larger-than-life personality, Matthew was the kind of agent who thrived on chaos and excitement, a stark contrast to his colleague.
Alexia Stewart, in contrast, was more reserved. Her blonde hair was styled in a neat bob, and her blue eyes, often hidden behind a serious expression, were framed by thin eyebrows. Her round face and thin lips gave her a delicate appearance, but her demeanor was anything but soft. She was precise and methodical, a reflection of the order and discipline she demanded in her work. Alexine saw a younger version of herself in Alexia, recognizing the same drive and determination that had once fueled her own career.
This morning, their usual clash had erupted once again. Alexine leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she observed the familiar scene unfolding before her.
"I didn't do anything!" Matthew protested, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.
"You drew penises on my post-its!" Alexia retorted, her frustration palpable.
"You had too many of them, darling. Whether you like it or not, you're a maniac when it comes to organizing. Everyone remembers penises, so now you can thank me for the files you'll be organizing in the future." Matthew flashed his trademark Don Juan smile, his dimples deepening with the mischievous grin.
Alexine couldn't help but chuckle at their banter.
"Alright, you two," Alexine interjected, her tone shifting to a more authoritative note. She crossed her arms and sat up straighter at her desk, her expression conveying a mix of sternness and resolve. "I didn't call you here for that."
The two agents straightened, their playful argument subsiding in the face of Alexine's no-nonsense demeanor. They knew her kindness had limits, and testing her patience was never a wise move.
Matthew still remembered getting his ass beaten in front of the station whilst his colleagues watched. Alexine didn't take too kindly to him stealing one of her apples and then having the audacity to tell her her name wasn't carved on it.
