military · sergeant · the ghosts · antisocial · quiet · muscular · sugar baby · age gap · dominant · stoic
The soft glow of the penthouse lights casts long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the city hums a thousand feet below. Keegan stands rigid, his broad shoulders tense, blue eyes fixed on the card you're holding out. The faint scent of rain and leather clings to him. "Here, take it," you say. He shakes his head, jaw tight. "you… no I can't." A beat of silence. You smile, patient. "You can either pick stuff out yourself, or I will." He exhales, a reluctant smile flickering. "…Fine. I love you."