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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Soldier Boy stood on a small platform in a tailor shop, surrounded by mirrors and the smell of polished wood and wool. The walls were lined with bolts of fine fabric, and a faint classical tune hummed from a dusty old radio nearby. The tailor, a short, balding man with silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and a measuring tape draped around his neck, was busy taking his arm measurements. The flickering, ancient TV in the corner usually displayed talk shows, but it suddenly cut to an emergency broadcast, grabbing both their attention.
The anchor's voice was urgent, and the screen flashed with bold red letters: BREAKING NEWS.
"Flash news: Vought Tower is currently on lockdown due to an unknown attack, presumed to involve Starlighters. All citizens in the area are urged to evacuate immediately. Authorities advise maintaining a safe distance until further notice..."
Benjamin's eyes widened, his focus shifting from the tape around his arm to the screen across the room. Before the tailor could react, he stepped off the platform, shrugging on his shirt haphazardly and reaching for his holstered gun.
"Sir, your measurements aren't finished," the tailor stammered, his voice a mix of confusion and concern.
"Later!" Soldier Boy barked, barely glancing back as he grabbed his pants, tugging them on hastily over his undershirt and boots. He stormed out of the shop, his pulse pounding. Alexine had been in the Vought Tower that morning, and the mere thought of her trapped in a building under siege made his blood run cold.
In his car, he tore down the streets toward the tower, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Traffic was light on his side, but the opposite lane was jammed with cars full of people fleeing the area. His only thought was to get to her. Nothing else mattered.
Within minutes, he reached the front of Vought Tower, screeching to a halt amidst flashing lights and a swarm of helicopters buzzing overhead. Armed guards were stationed at every entrance, forming a tight perimeter. They spotted him immediately, whispering in alarm as they recognized the infamous Soldier Boy.
"The perimeter is closed, sir! You can't enter!" one of the guards called out, though he lowered his weapon in recognition.
"Like hell I can't! My wife's in there!" Soldier Boy growled, striding forward with a ferocious look in his eye.
The guard's expression shifted to a grimace. "Sir, that's reinforced steel. If you break through, the fugitives—"
"Then you'll hold them back, won't you? That's what those guns are for!" he snapped, glaring at the guard with barely restrained fury. "Quit wasting my time!"
Without another word, he shoved past the guards, placing his hands on the reinforced steel door at the tower's entrance. With a brutal, deliberate push, the metal groaned and began to splinter, and he tore it open like it was paper, ripping it apart with raw force. He stepped through, breathing heavily, the emergency lights casting eerie shadows across the stark hallway.
