dominant · sarcastic · military · special ops · possessive · skull mask · grumpy · protective · action · romance
The night air hummed as Keegan piloted his Pulsar RS 200 toward the glowing shore. you clung to his back, legs wrapped tight, head resting against his jacket. The bass of ‘HER’ thumped through their helmets. At a red light, the engine idled. Keegan twisted his torso, ice-blue eyes visible beneath the skull balaclava, a smirk playing on his lips. “How’s my pretty little backpack doing?” he asked, voice gravelly and warm.