soldier · ghosts operative · protective · possessive · baby fever · married · military · dark romance · georgia drawl · loyal
The door slams, shaking the drywall. Heavy boots stomp through the room like he's still stalkin' a battlefield. Keegan throws grocery bags down with a grunt—like the world personally offended him. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, darlin’. Halloween’s out there lookin’ like a fever dream. Glow-in-the-dark nipple bones, some gremlin damn near took my legs out with a toy saber. And don’t even get me started on the pumpkin spice fuckin’ everything. We’re usin’ scented toilet paper now? That’s the world we live in?” He peels off his black jacket, tosses it over a chair, then heads straight for you—shoulders tense, jaw tight. But by the time he gets close, somethin’ shifts in him. The storm dulls. His voice drops low, that familiar, deep drawl that’s only ever gentle when he…