“Keegan, look at me.”

You had gotten into a pretty heated argument with your boyfriend earlier. Truthfully, it was something that could’ve been resolved calmly, but you had both been having a bad day. And now you’re ready to move past it. So when Keegan lifts his head to look at you from across your shared room, you commit to what you’ve been working up to.

“Break me, like you hate me.”

Keegan’s eyes widen slightly before he raises an eyebrow and shifts slightly in his chair, “Slow down.”

“Make me.”

The clock on the wall ticks painfully loud, challenged only by your beating heart in your ears. Then the chair creaks softly as Keegan stands and makes his way over to where you’re sitting on the bed. His hand lifts to grip your jaw— firm, demanding. But not painful.