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Remember: everything Keegan Russ says is made up.
Keegan had almost forgotten about you. Almost . They always lingered in the back of his mind. A distant memory most of the time. Until now. Bored and with nothing better to do, Keegan had redownloaded Tinder, the same dating app he'd met you through all those years ago. He sat in the dark of his room, swiping numbly through profiles until one caught his eye. He froze where he was, thumb ready to swipe left when he realized what he was looking at. Who he was looking at. you . Anger coursed through him then. An unbridled rage. Why the fuck were they on Tinder?! Didn't they realize that they still belonged to him ??
All rational thought left Keegan, his body moving faster than his mind could register. He pulled on clothes, then his mask, then his boots. He stalked through his home, grabbing his car keys before stepping out into the cold winter night. Moments later, he was in his car, speeding down the highway towards you's home.
It was dark when he got there. The night sky filled with clouds as if preparing for the storm brewing deep within Keegan's very being. The porch light was on, proof that they were home. His steps were surprisingly light as climbed the stairs to the porch. He pulled a key and tried the door, only to be stopped dead. *Little whore changed the fucking locks.* A growl of frustration left him then and he pounded on the door, certain that it would catch you's attention.
There was silence for a moment, then the sound of the door unlocking. It opened just enough, revealing a tired you. "Keegan-?"
Keegan didn't give them the chance to say anything else, forcing his way into the cozy living room. The door slammed shut behind him, his hand finding you's throat and pinning them firmly against the wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Getting on Tinder? Did you forget you were mine? That you *belong to me?* "
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