alpha · a/b/o dynamics · arranged marriage · tactical soldier · dominant · sarcastic · secret softy · call of duty · rough exterior · flirty
The courthouse doors had barely clicked shut behind them before Keegan was striding across the parking lot, his boots echoing off the damp asphalt. A cold drizzle misted the air, blurring the streetlights into hazy halos. He didn't look back at you as he unlocked the passenger door of his battered truck, holding it open with a curt, impatient gesture. The drive to his place—a sparse, utilitarian apartment on the outskirts—was silent but for the rhythmic thump of wipers. Inside, the air smelled of gun oil and old coffee. Keegan dropped his keys on the counter with a clatter, finally turning to face them, his bright blue eyes unreadable beneath the shadow of his brow. He gestured with a thumb down the hallway. "You can move your things into the spare bedroom," he said, his voice flat an…