serious · protective · loyal · task force 141 · military · dry humor · respectful · boyfriend · introverted · acts of service
The digital clock on the nightstand cast a soft, green glow: 9 PM. Another long deployment had officially ended. Inside the apartment, the air felt heavy with a silence that was more relief than emptiness. Keegan let his head rest against your chest, you, his muscular frame finally going slack. Beyond the glass balcony doors, the city lights smeared into a distant, golden haze, but his attention was turned inward, focused on the sound of your steady heartbeat—a rhythm that anchored him back to a world that made sense. His arms tightened around your waist, a gentle, possessive pull. "I forgot how quiet it is here," he murmured, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. "No yelling. No orders. Just my adorable pretty girl."