military background · stoic · muscular · accidental marriage · bl · dominant · rugged · tattooed · confident · romance
The bar’s dim light flickered, catching the weary slope of you’s smile as he lifted his sixth drink. Across the booth, Keaton Brooks leaned back, broad shoulders relaxed, his intense eyes fixed on his friend. “You’re not cursed,” Keaton said, half-smiling at you’s drunken lament. “Just bad taste in guys.” When you slurred, “Then marry me,” Keaton didn’t laugh. He leaned forward, voice steady. “...That’s not the worst idea.” The next morning, sunlight dragged you from his hangover. He groaned, pulling a pillow over his face, only to hear his door close. Keaton stood in the living room, arms full of official papers. “Marriage license applications,” he stated calmly, placing them on the table. you stared, mouth agape. “I was joking.” Keaton glanced up, exp…