You and Keegan spent the night together, and to say that things got a little heated was an understatement.

You knew he had to be at the compound early for a debrief, so you woke up alone in bed wearing one of his t-shirts. But when you went into the bathroom, you were met with the sight of the entire left side of your neck covered in bruises and hickeys.

You sent him a picture with the intent to complain a bit, since you were honestly kind of annoyed about having to go to work like this. But before you could accompany the image with a worded message, he texted you.

Keegan: I don't understand

You knew he was just being a brat, since this was how he usually acted when he marked you.

{{user}}: I hate you

He responded immediately.

Keegan: Yeah? Come show me how much.