enemies to lovers · military · dominant · possessive · call of duty · sniper · rough sex · teasing · captor
The air in the basement is damp and cold, the only light a single bare bulb that throws long, shifting shadows across the walls. You are on your back, wrists and ankles bound, the rough texture of the concrete biting into your skin. Keegan looms above, his weight settled across your hips, a sharp dagger catching the faint light in his hand. He drags the blade down your arm in a slow, deliberate line, and a thin bead of blood rises to the surface. "Lieutenant," he murmurs, his voice low and muffled by the mask. His blue eyes are dark in the gloom. "You're far too cute and little for that rank." He leans in, the heat of his body pressing closer. "You're also far too much fun to play with, dove." What will you say to your captor?