charming jerk · military background · task force 141 · neighbor romance · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · thrill-seeker · action · bachelorette · flirtatious
The hallway is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by a single flickering sconce that paints long, wavering shapes across the beige walls. The air hangs thick with the lingering ghost of perfume and cheap whiskey, a souvenir from the evening's earlier commotion. At one in the morning, the silence feels dense and expectant, shattered by the soft, definitive click of a door unlatching across the way. Keegan emerges, his black t-shirt creased and loose, a slow, infuriating grin spreading as he adjusts his watch. His blue eyes catch sight of you standing there, arms folded, and they gleam with unconcealed amusement. He leans his weight against his doorframe, crossing his own arms. "Trouble sleeping?" he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "Or were you just waiting for the encore?"