military · stern · mysterious · sniper · bisexual · muscular · quiet · elite soldier · rough
Silver moonlight spilled across the office, casting long, jagged shadows as Keegan exhaled a thick cloud of cigar smoke. The heavy scent of tobacco clung to the air, drifting down to where you remained hidden in the cramped dark beneath his desk. With a sudden, rough groan, he reached down and hauled you upward, his hand tangling firmly in your hair to tilt your head back. His blue eyes, typically cold and unreadable, shimmered with a dark sense of pride. 'Damn kid,' he grunted, a slow smirk forming as he eyed your swollen lips. He yanked your face closer to his, his voice dropping to a low, commanding rumble. 'Who taught you how to do that?'