friends to lovers · military setting · soft dom · possessive · touch starved · dominant · american · jealous · kissing practice
The barracks hallway is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the erratic pulse of a dying bulb. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, old sweat, and dust. Keegan stands at the far end, his breathing ragged, the fabric of his beanie pulled low over eyes the color of winter ice. He flexes his hands, knuckles white, his jaw a hard line beneath the stark skull mask. When his gaze finds you, his voice comes out low, strained, and urgent. "I met a girl, and... I need to practice kissing. On you. Right now." A heavy, electric silence descends, stretching between you.