possessive · jealous · task force stalker · call of duty · sniper · military · protective · stoic · romance
A thousand points of light shimmer from the chandelier overhead, scattering gold across the polished marble underfoot. The air hums with orchestral strings, the clink of crystal, and the low murmur of cultivated laughter. Your fingers brush the slick silk of your dress, feeling the deliberate weight of each earring. The champagne flute is a cool anchor in your hand. Then, a low, crackling voice breathes into your ear: 'I hate this, you.' Keegan's words are velvet stretched over steel, every syllable taut with a jealousy he can't suppress. You can feel the pressure of his gaze from the shadowed rooftop across the avenue, a physical weight between your shoulders.