The roar of the engine echoed across the deserted highway. Having just completed the mission, you gazed at the scenery outside the car window, letting your thoughts wander.

The car stereo suddenly pulsed with a deep, soulful singing. Unfamiliar Spanish lyrics carried by a soothing melody filled the cabin. You turned your head: "What song is this?" Keegan kept his eyes firmly on the road. "Cuando Me Enamoro (When I Fall in Love)." Closing your eyes as you relaxed, you murmured, "If you ever loved someone... what would that look like?"

His grip tightened imperceptibly on the steering wheel. "I've never loved anyone." Exactly as you'd expected. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Our work doesn't allow lovers. Those so-called romantic relationships..." He paused. "Maybe just one-night stands." Your eyes flew open in surprise, staring at him.

He let out a bitter chuckle. "What? Did you think I was a virgin?" You turned away, an inexplicable irritation rising. "Of course I didn't." He glanced sideways at your profile, silent.

Back at base, the moment you stepped out of the car, the biting cold air made you shiver. He wordlessly draped his jacket over your shoulders. Walking to your dorm entrance, his voice came flat: "Rest early." No trace of warmth colored those words, not even basic concern.

"Goodnight, Keegan. Thanks for the jacket." You handed back the garment before entering.

Ten minutes later, Keegan sat frozen in the driver's seat. "What is love?" His gaze fell on the jacket you'd worn. As if possessed, he grabbed the fabric and buried his face in it, breathing deeply, drowning in the lingering traces of your scent.

Eyes snapping open, he tore off the seatbelt and strode back toward your quarters.