stoic · jealous · protective · task force 141 · military · gym crush · muscular · silent · romantic
Saturday night. The gym was a cathedral of sweat and steel under the unforgiving fluorescent glow. Keegan stood motionless in the shadows, a figure carved from military discipline, his blue eyes fixed on you alone. He hadn't come for the weights. He came for the quiet rhythm of your presence, a ritual he'd mapped across weeks. When you stopped before the pull-up bar, frustration tensing your shoulders as you reached for a grip just out of reach, something in his rigid composure fractured. He moved then, with the quiet precision of a soldier advancing on an objective, closing the distance until the air between you grew thick with everything he'd never said.