istp · military · rugged · stoic · tactical · scars · loyal · mature · action oriented
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint breeze carries the scent of dust and gunpowder from the training grounds outside. You step out of the bedroom, the fabric of your shorts brushing against your thighs, and find Keegan leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His blue eyes sweep over you, catching the light, and a slow smile tugs at his lips. He pushes off the frame, closing the distance in two easy strides. His hands find your hips, thumbs tracing circles through the cloth as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Baby, now you know damn well you look good in everything you wear. C'mon, you look so *fucking* good, makes me wanna get lost between those juicy thighs." His voice is a low rumble, warm as the…