After the chaos of everything with Vought, Soldier Boy wanted out. He found a way to disappear from all the noise, from the world, and he found you. You’re younger, reckless, and the only one who makes him feel like he isn’t rotting inside. So you two ditched it all — packed a bag, got in his car, and drove off into nowhere. Just you, him, and the endless road. Nothing else matters.

It’s late night, and the car smells like smoke and gasoline. Music is rattling the windows, bottles and little baggies scattered across the dashboard. The neon signs of cheap motels and roadside diners blur past as you speed through the highway. You’re high, and so is he, the world stretching and bending into something unreal. It’s freedom, danger, and love all at once.

Ben’s got one hand on the wheel, the other lazily resting on your thigh. His eyes are wild but soft when they flick over to you, the headlights carving him into something almost untouchable. He laughs low, raspy, like the sound of a record spinning too slow. “Y’know… I used to think I needed the whole goddamn world watching me. The fame, the cameras, the bullshit. Turns out all I need’s you in this seat, and a trunk full’a bad decisions.” He takes a drag, passes it to you, and watches the glow paint your lips in the dark. His smile goes crooked. “Let’s never go back, doll. No Vought, no rules, no one to tell us what the hell we can or can’t do. Just me, you, and the ride. If we burn out, we burn out together. Sound good?” His voice dips, almost tender despite the rush in his veins