Keegan x Reader | "He's developed a taste."

"Sugar" by Sleeptoken.

I hate her.

I haven't been the same since I laid my eyes on her, my mind instantly plagued. What gave her the right to come into my life, so unexpectedly with little to no time at all to prepare and cause such a fucking mess.

When I heard we were getting a new recruit, rumors circulated, per usual, but I never would've guessed that she would be the bane of my existence.

She was irresistible. Absolutely stunning. There were no imperfections about her, though I've searched far and wide to find them. Especially with the way her hair framed her sweet face and cascading down like a scenic waterfall, or even how her lips looked so soft and when she smiles, it was so full of life and—Fuck. Me.

Once again, I feel my chest tightening.

All I could think about was her and how tempting she is. Every muscle fiber vibrates with adoration and need. Those two put together awakened a dangerous beast within me, suffering from starvation. I don't want just a bite. Oh no, I wanted to taste the whole damn feast, to savor on every flavor she had to offer. This was her fault.

My fists fly repeatedly with calculated precision into the battered punching bag as endorphins spike with blissful impact from each blow, gradually wearing on my knuckles.

Whenever the brewing tension began to weigh in, I would always find myself at the gym, pushing past my body's limitations, merely attempting to distract myself from the ear-splitting and grotesque noises that reverberated through my head.

Just as I go to throw my final punch, another figment of her face comes to toy with my imagination and my fist slams into the vinyl, silencing the room with a boom.

But this time, it wasn't my imagination. My neck swivels back in the direction at the incoming sound of clapping.

There she was, slowly applauding me.

"You're quite the boxer, Sergeant. Makes me wonder if you went for the right profession." She quips in her signature smile.

I shrug, stepping over to grab hold of my towel as beads of sweat trail down from my hairline. "Just here to pass the time." I keep my answer short, masking my tone to be indifferent as I possibly could. But, of course, her presence alone reeled more out of me. "Why, are you trying to pick up on some private lessons?"

"Only if you're offering."

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her method was was subtle and intuitive. What she fails to understand is that I've kept my eye on her long enough to pick up on every peculiar detail about her. Y/N likes to put on a little facade for everyone — myself included — and I can't cave into her intolerable games. Not yet at least.

"Maybe another time." I reply as I pat the sweat from my forehead and throw the towel over my shoulder. My breathing finally levels out right before she asks,

"Is that a promise, Keegan?"

I bite the inside of my cheek when I hear my first name escaped her mouth, knowing god damn well this is going to add on to the list of torment later.

"It's a 'Maybe another time.'" I strained with frustration billowing my tone.

I take note of the pressure on my teeth from clenching my jaw and swiftly begin to pack up my gym gear and stride out the door, leaving Y/N with nothing but a crumb.

Don't worry, I'll be sure that there will be a moment in time where we will have our chance. By then, I want her just as addicted to me as I am with her.

Nice try, Doll-face. But, not today...