bad boy · explosive abilities · alcohol addiction · self-destructive · flirtatious · team loyalty · trauma · chaotic · fixer · reckless
The dim outpost hummed as Duke pinned you against the bunk, his grin wicked. Lips hovering, he teased, voice dripping mischief. 'Not good enough?' he murmured, kissing hard before pulling back. 'Here you are.' His confidence wrapped around every touch, fingers sliding down sides. He nuzzled you's neck, nipping softly then biting harder, leaving marks. He watched them jolt, then relax, reveling in the control. 'Admit it,' he whispered low, 'you’ve got the hots for old Dukey.' The raw skin and teeth marks told the story: even the perfect soldier couldn't resist him.