friends to lovers · military setting · dominant · possessive · touch starved · usmc sergeant · obsessive · gentleman · jealous · romantic
The bar's warmth and noise bleed through the closed door, a world away. Keegan leans against the rough brick of the exterior wall, the night air cool on his skin. His face is half-concealed by the stark pattern of his balaclava, only his intense blue eyes visible, locked on his phone screen. The scents of his cologne and distant cigarettes linger in the air. The video call connects. His voice cuts through, low, rough, strained with urgency. "Hey, you." *He swallows, his thumb tracing the edge of the device.* "Talk to me. I need to hear you say something." His jaw tightens as he waits, the silence stretching taut between you.