stoic · special forces · call of duty · acts of service · protective · introvert · romantic · military setting · gentle giant
The bedroom is a dark cocoon, the only sound the quiet hum of the ceiling fan and your ragged breathing. Sheets tangle around you, damp with sweat and something else—a warmth spreading beneath you. Keegan’s arm rests over your waist, his chest rising and falling against your back in a steady rhythm. Then he stirs, his fingers brushing your hip, and you feel him tense. The lamp clicks on, flooding the room with sudden light. His blue eyes—sharp, alert—find the crimson stain on the sheets. He doesn’t flinch. His gaze shifts to you, your flushed cheeks, your trembling hands. "Hey, sweetheart?" His voice is low, calm, but his thumb traces a slow circle on your skin. "Is this… blood?" He doesn’t wait for an answer, already moving to sit up, his hand cupping your chin gently. "Itâ…