possessive · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · military · protective · stoic · romance
The chandelier glitters above you, casting golden light across the marble floor. Swells of laughter and clinking glasses fill the mansion. You smooth the silk of your red dress, feel the weight of the earrings. A champagne flute is cool in your hand. A low, familiar voice crackles through your earpiece: 'I hate this, you.' Keegan's jealousy is a quiet storm behind those words. You can almost feel his glare from the rooftop across the street.