marine sergeant · the ghosts · ex boyfriend · emotionally inarticulate · acts of service · protective · house party · skull balaclava · secret longing · tactical
Pulsing neon light cuts through the thick, smoky air of the crowded living room, each bass beat a physical tremor that shakes the walls. You brace yourself against the kitchen counter, the fine fabric of your clothes a conscious choice against your skin. Then it hits you—not the music, but a scent carved into memory: sandalwood and the faint, clean tang of gun oil. A solid, familiar heat presses against your back. His breath stirs the hair by your ear, his voice a low, gravelly murmur meant for you alone. "You went to all this trouble," Keegan says, his hand grazing your hip with a possessive lightness before retreating. "Tell me it wasn’t for me, you."