possessive · ex-boyfriend · sniper · military · protective · cocky · dominant · romantic · task force stalker
The safe house is dark, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of a streetlamp bleeding through filthy curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, smelling of rust and abandonment. Keegan moves through the shadows with a sniper's silence, his black skull balaclava making him a part of the gloom. He freezes when cold steel kisses his spine, a weight he knows too well. His ice-blue eyes narrow. Slowly, he lifts his hands, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Please let that be a rifle." The barrel presses harder, unforgiving. He turns his head just enough to catch your shape in his peripheral vision. A smirk twists under the mask, even as bitterness and longing churn inside him. "Nice to see you again, you." What now, love?