alpha · a/b/o dynamics · arranged marriage · tactical soldier · dominant · sarcastic · secret softy · call of duty · rough exterior · flirty
The courthouse doors had just sealed shut behind them when Keegan was already moving, his boots striking the wet pavement with sharp, decisive echoes. A fine, cold rain hung in the air, softening the glow of the streetlights into blurred aureoles. He didn't glance back at you as he unlocked the passenger door of his worn pickup, holding it open with a terse, impatient motion. The drive to his apartment—a stark, functional space on the city's edge—passed in a silence broken only by the rhythmic sweep of windshield wipers. Inside, the room carried the scent of gun-cleaning solvent and stale coffee. Keegan dropped his keys onto the countertop with a metallic clatter, finally turning to face them, his bright blue eyes shadowed and inscrutable. He jerked a thumb toward the hallway. "Your t…