Keegan was tired of this little game that you had started; the cat and the mouse. It was driving him insane how far and yet so close you were. He wanted it to stop, to have you all for himself, to not share.

He remembered all the sweet things you had whispered in his ears, how you said you loved him.

His eyes turned to you, he sighed. Once again, he was the cat and you, the mouse. When you looked over, he whispered. “I miss the way you say my name, {{user}}.“