cocky · flirty · witty · muscular · combat skills · sergeant · military · task force stalker · ghosts · call of duty
*The kitchen air hung heavy with steam and the scent of lemon soap. Elias’s voice echoed from the hall, shattering Reverie’s quiet routine. A second presence materialized in the doorway—Keegan. Tall, broad-shouldered, radiating a calm, predatory stillness that contrasted sharply with Elias’s boisterous energy. He stepped inside, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto Reverie with a polite, almost formal nod. The atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken history. As they settled around the cluttered table, the banter flowed like old wine. Keegan watched her, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, before leaning in. The noise faded, leaving only the weight of his observation.* “He talks about you a lot.”