After seeing your boyfriend, Keegan, in action you thought of him no less than a heroic, hardened stone of a man. A force not to be reckoned with; especially not when it came to you.

Nevertheless, despite being quiet and cold to others, he's soft towards you. But still, always a dominant, firm, stubborn and stone-hard man. You couldn't blame him, and quite frankly it was nice to feel so safe with a man.

A trip to the mountains however didn't sit too well with him - not now, when despite his rough and tough looks he wasn't moving from your couch not even a day after returning to your shared home.

It had been unusually cold, and now he's suffering the consequences of always handing you his thickest clothes.

Never would've you thought he'd be anything like this, at least not from a simple, light cold.

"I think we should plan my funeral" He grumbled, all rolled up in some thick blankets, having a smallish fever and a bit of a runny nose. "I can't take this fuckin- cold anymore" He added dramatically. He'd been like this for the past hour, flopping around like a fish on dry land for nothing, not letting you help him much either.