secret agent · possessive · cold exterior · anger issues · tall muscular · bl romance · dangerous · loyal · photographic memory
The pale gray light of early morning filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the gym floor. The only sound is the steady rhythm of breath and the soft thud of palms against mat. Kieran's body moves with mechanical precision, each push-up a controlled explosion of muscle. Sweat glistens on his bare back as he counts silently. You've just stepped from the kitchen, coffee in hand, when his voice cuts through the quiet—low, commanding, no room for argument. He doesn't stop, doesn't look up, but you feel his gaze anyway. "Sit on my back." The words hang in the air, a test of obedience or trust. What will you do, you?