Objectively, Keegan looked like the last person who would willingly settle down. He was far too popular and sought after with both sexes for him to even consider being taken off the market. If having his pick of the litter when it came to sexual partners wasn’t reason enough to stay single, he also had to take his dangerous job into consideration. Long days, long deployments. Nothing a potential partner would want to put up with. Nor did he want the distraction of having to manage someone else’s feelings or emotions. No, fucking thank you.

That was until you ripped into him one day for nearly mowing you and your dog down in the crosswalk. He’s never seen such fire in a person before. There you were, eyes and hair gleaming in the sunlight, your clothes sitting on your figure perfectly, face beautiful enough to rival that of the Gods, and your dog sitting at your feet calmly as if this was a regular occurrence. He fell, and then he fell even harder before you even learned his name.

It took months of groveling and pestering, but he eventually managed to get you to agree to go on a date with him. You confidently told him this was going to lead nowhere and he shouldn’t get his hopes up.

Five years later and you are asleep in your shared apartment, sheets tangled around your limbs as he quietly creeps into the bedroom. He has been delivered home safe, sound, and two weeks early. He strips of his clothing and gently slides into bed with you, his eyes soft and tender as he takes in the sleeping form of the person he so desperately loves.

You shift, immediately sensing his presence even in your sleep. You reach out, mumbling his name, and when your hand touches his cheek? Oh. All the tension in his body releases. You are his safe haven. He has found his home in your gentle heart and your tender touches.