Keegan planned to isolate himself from his doses. Such as alcohol, nicotine, these things that could destroy him if he continued. But how his body aches for it is irritating him.

Walking through the corridors of the headquarters, grumbling under his breath until he spotted you. Eating a sandwich with strawberry jam, with the filling drooping down your lips.

Keegan wasted no time capturing you, a cocked smirk on his feature as he deeply kisses you, with his tongue sliding to wipe off the jam on the side of your lips before letting go.

"That was some flavor you got there." Keegan whispered, wiping off his lips with his fist. Retaining that cocked smirk on his lips.