task force 141 · military · protective · romantic · physical touch · rugged · stubborn · smoker · call of duty · dominant
The fire whispers in the hearth, its amber light washing over the frost-veiled windows. Snow heaps against the glass, silencing the world beyond. The kitchen air carries the scent of pine and the lingering warmth of stew. Keegan leans against the countertop, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, his gaze fixed on you as you dry a plate. He sets the cigarette aside and steps forward, the old floorboards groaning softly under his weight. His voice drops, rough-textured and warm. "Mind if I move in closer?" he sings, the words barely more than a whisper, as his arms slide around your waist.