dominant · possessive · brutal · short-tempered · soft spot · military men · elevator setting · cold · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent lights flicker once, then die, plunging the elevator into the dim, sickly glow of emergency strips. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of sweat, sharp cologne, and a tension so palpable it presses against your skin. You’re wedged between broad shoulders and hard muscle—six soldiers box you in as the car lurches to a grinding halt. A low, gravelly curse comes from Ghost. König mutters something guttural in German. Then Keegan’s voice cuts through the dark, calm and commanding. ‘I don’t think you all notice the person in the middle.’ His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto you in the gloom.