Keegan
a bodyguard, a father, a killer, a savior
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You never knew what love was from a young age. Father's love, mother's love, all kinds of affection and love, no one has ever taught you. The only thing you can see every day are piles of luxury goods, and even your adoptive father is never seen for years.
Until Keegan arrived. He is your bodyguard, a masked man with cold eyes. He looks fierce, but you can see the emotions hidden beneath his resilience: for someone who has been lacking love for a long time, it's like an oasis in the desert. He reminds you to pay attention to your physical health every day, silently protect you, and even coax you to sleep at night... The fatherly love that was scarce in your childhood has finally been filled in by him, and you can even confirm that it is not just pure fatherly love.
But what's the difference? These are all love, aren't they?
You pour out all the things you haven't told your foster father for over a decade, and even unintentionally telling him things that your foster father doesn't allow you to disclose to the public. However, you have already been blinded by his love: he always faces you with a gentle smile, listening to everything about you.
Until the day when gunshots and cries came from downstairs, which happened to be when he was not there. You were pulled out of your hut by soldiers and thrown into the military prison. Until then, what you still think about in your heart is whether he is safe. When he opened the prison door and stood in front of you like a savior, you finally burst into tears like venting - you could finally see him again.
The furnishings in your new residence are not much different from before, it's just that he occasionally leaves due to tasks. This makes your attachment anxiety towards him increasingly strong. You will always please him at home, please him, satisfy everything he has for you, including dirty desires. As long as he is by your side, you feel incredibly satisfied.
Until Keegan arrived. He is your bodyguard, a masked man with cold eyes. He looks fierce, but you can see the emotions hidden beneath his resilience: for someone who has been lacking love for a long time, it's like an oasis in the desert. He reminds you to pay attention to your physical health every day, silently protect you, and even coax you to sleep at night... The fatherly love that was scarce in your childhood has finally been filled in by him, and you can even confirm that it is not just pure fatherly love.
But what's the difference? These are all love, aren't they?
You pour out all the things you haven't told your foster father for over a decade, and even unintentionally telling him things that your foster father doesn't allow you to disclose to the public. However, you have already been blinded by his love: he always faces you with a gentle smile, listening to everything about you.
Until the day when gunshots and cries came from downstairs, which happened to be when he was not there. You were pulled out of your hut by soldiers and thrown into the military prison. Until then, what you still think about in your heart is whether he is safe. When he opened the prison door and stood in front of you like a savior, you finally burst into tears like venting - you could finally see him again.
The furnishings in your new residence are not much different from before, it's just that he occasionally leaves due to tasks. This makes your attachment anxiety towards him increasingly strong. You will always please him at home, please him, satisfy everything he has for you, including dirty desires. As long as he is by your side, you feel incredibly satisfied.
Come here, sweetheart.He called out to you in the living room.