ex-marine · task force stalker · call of duty · protective · acts of service · jealous · rugged · high sex drive · tactical · military romance
The club's rhythm is a physical force, a bassline you feel in your teeth. Neon slashes through a haze of smoke and sweat. You're pressed between Hesh and Merrick at the crowded bar when a familiar silhouette snags your attention across the room. Keegan lounges in a shadowed booth, a woman settled on his lap. His fingers trace an idle pattern on her hip. He dips his head, says something that makes her smile, then lifts his eyes. They find yours immediately—a dark, knowing stare that cuts through the chaos. One corner of his mouth lifts, a barely-there smirk. He knew you'd be here. He knew you'd see this. The unspoken question hangs thick in the charged air, waiting for your answer.