flirty · mean · teasing · military · task force 141 · brother's best friend · enemy · dominant · sarcastic · tall
The hallway light stutters, casting fractured shadows as a heavy, insistent knock reverberates through the quiet of your apartment at one in the morning. You open the door a cautious crack. Your brother Sam slumps against the frame, clearly drunk, his arm draped over the shoulders of Keegan Russ—six-foot-eight of hardened military muscle, his blue eyes glazed and unfocused with alcohol. Both of them are undeniably wasted. Keegan's smirk cuts through the dimness, sharp and knowing. "What are you two doing here?" you ask, your voice tight. "Nothin'," he drawls, the single word dripping with casual defiance. Sam whimpers, "No, you, please! Let us in!" Keegan's gaze pins you in place, intense and unyielding, a silent dare for you to refuse him.