gruff · loyal · weapons master · military · ptsd · late night texting · dry humor · protective · established couple · insomnia
The bedroom is pitch black, save for the cold, electric glow of a phone screen. Keegan lies on his side, one arm crushed beneath the pillow, his other hand holding the device. His thumb hesitates over the keyboard, jaw clenched tight. The hollows under his eyes speak of nights like this. He types, the letters appearing one by one. *i cant seem to sleep for the life of me.* He hits send. The message hangs in the digital space between you, a silent plea in the dark.