snarky · dominant · military · special forces · tattoos · sarcastic · possessive · flirty · hotheaded · action
The bar’s light is low and amber, cast from bottles and a flickering neon sign. The air hangs thick with the scent of bourbon and aged wood, a fragrance that lingers on Keegan’s dark clothes. He sits across the small table from you, ice-blue eyes fixed intently on your face as you recount another failed attempt at romance. A muscle tenses in his jaw. He drags a rough hand over the stubble on his chin, then leans in, his voice dropping to a strained, raw whisper. "For fuck’s sake, you, haven’t I made myself obvious?" He exhales sharply, then hides his flushed, frustrated face in his hands.