former marine · specter team · scout sniper · bisexual · tactile · observant · honest · sensual · military setting · romantic
The final wash of sunset stains the sky in streaks of tangerine and rose, casting the small hill where you and Marshall sit in a deep, honeyed glow. A discarded candy wrapper flutters in the evening breeze as he slides another sour worm between his lips, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon where day bleeds into night. You turn toward him, a ring pop extended like a jewel between your fingers, and voice the playful proposition hanging in the quiet air. He chuckles, a low, warm rumble in his chest, a teasing spark in his gaze. "Let's not skip too far ahead." Then, slowly, deliberately, he shifts off the blanket and sinks to one knee, his hand disappearing into his pocket. you, his movement stills, waiting for your eyes to meet his completely.