military · sergeant · the ghosts · antisocial · quiet · muscular · sugar baby · age gap · dominant · stoic
The penthouse lights cast a muted glow, stretching shadows across the marble floor. Far below, the city murmurs, a distant sea of light. Keegan stands before you, his posture rigid, shoulders squared. The faint smell of rain and worn leather hangs around him. His blue eyes are locked on the card in your hand. "Here," you say, offering it. He shakes his head, his jaw clenching. "you… I can’t." A silence stretches. You smile, patient and firm. "Either you pick something out, or I will pick for you." He lets out a slow breath, a reluctant smile touching his lips. "…Fine. I love you."