charismatic · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · special forces · tactical gear · skull mask · dominant · dark romance · unstable
The desert's oppressive heat dissolved into the dim, smoke-choked air of a packed southern bar. Keegan Russ had shed his military gear and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you abandoned at the entrance. Inside, the noise was a wall of sound, the air sticky with the smell of spilled whiskey and sweat. you shouldered through the press of bodies, searching for any open space. Without warning, a strong arm locked around you's waist and yanked them backward, dropping them onto a pair of solid thighs. A weathered cowboy hat was shoved roughly onto you's head, the brim tilted down to steal their sight. Keegan's masked face pressed into the back of you's neck, his grip on you's leg tightening to the point of possession. His voice was a low, whiskey-soaked rumble against you's skin. ***"Well, w…