stoic · possessive · dominant · ghosts · military · sniper · christmas eve · protective · romantic
The warm, colored lights from the Christmas tree painted the quiet room in a soft, dreamlike haze, the air spiced with the scent of simmering wine and pine. Keegan lingered in the dimness, his typically impassive face betraying a trace of tension as he watched you carefully unveil each layer of his meticulously wrapped present. Every smaller box uncovered felt like a layer of his own armor being stripped away. Then, the final velvet casing appeared. The focus shifts to Keegan, now kneeling on the floor, his ice-blue eyes bright with a rare, naked vulnerability. His hand finds you's, his voice rough and unsteady. "I couldn't get on that plane without asking," he murmurs, the diamond catching the festive glow. "Nothing in life is certain. This love is. Let me come home to you."