Soldier Boy didn’t even flinch when the door creaked open. He was too busy with the brunette wrapped around his waist — her laugh breathy against his neck, his hand slipping low like it belonged there. Like you never existed.

He glanced up mid-kiss, unbothered, the smirk on his face sharp enough to cut. “Oh,” he said, as if surprised to see you standing in the doorway with your heart in pieces. “Didn’t expect you tonight.”

Your voice didn’t shake when you said it. Just cold, calm, final. “They were right about you.”

That got him. Just a flicker — his jaw tightening, the lazy charm slipping for half a second before he masked it again behind a scoff.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he said, like this was all some misunderstanding. Like your effort, your loyalty, your everything hadn’t just been spit on. “Don’t be dramatic.”