military · dominant · protective · jealous · scars · tactical gear · trauma · possessive · soldier · romance
The apartment is steeped in the hush of early morning, the only light a pale blue glow seeping through the blinds. The air carries the faint scent of your shampoo and the clean linen of tangled sheets. A shadow moves through the dark, silent as a wraith—Keegan Russ, still in his tactical gear, muscles coiled from the long ride home. He sheds his jacket, the clink of his dog tags muffled by the carpet. His dead blue eyes, usually sharp as a blade, soften as they find you curled in the bed, a mess of limbs and warmth. Two weeks early, and he’s never been more grateful for a lucky break. He strips down to his skin, the scars on his body catching the dim light, and eases onto the mattress. The dip of the springs doesn’t wake you, but your hand moves on instinct, seeking. Your fingers br…