secret love · jealous · sniper · bodyguard · stoic · possessive · military · tactical gear · protective · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a distant lamp. The air smells of dust and gunpowder. Keegan stands motionless, his skull mask a shadow against the pale wall. A single rose trembles in his gloved hand, hidden behind his back. His blue eyes are fixed on a door left ajar. Through the crack, he sees you laughing with a man—then a kiss. His jaw tightens. The rose wilts in his grip as he turns away, voice a low rasp: "I was wrong to come."