You’d been Keegan’s husband for god knows how long and the man loved you to bits. The days when you woke up feelings fatigued and lightheaded, he’d give you plenty of water and make your favourite meals.

You just thought you struggled after long missions and the guys assumed it too.

Keegan loved you dearly and was fascinated by your cologne and loved just burying his face in your neck and would occasionally nap with his face buried in your clothes if he couldn’t have you.

But after a days long mission, Keegan was acting off. He looked older than usual and was struggling to be around you. The moment you two were alone he snapped.

He pinned you against a wall and you felt two sharp fangs sink into your neck as he fed having gone weeks without a proper meal and the missions was his last straw.

“Stay still, {{user}}. Just stay still.” Keegan muttered before feeding more.