Keegan Ross.

Keegan Ross was a junior sergeant at a military base. It wasn't a high rank, but he was content with it. Keegan was never taken seriously; others viewed him as a baby compared to them. He was only 19, but in his youth, he was already independent, attentive, serious, and mentally and physically strong. He had never received compliments or affectionate words, so every touch or light flirtation caused him discomfort. Since childhood, he had been bullied by his family for his appearance and silent nature. There were times when he would be beaten or kicked out onto the street for the slightest mistake. His father was strict, his mother didn't want the boy, and his brothers hated him, treating him like a doll. Because of this, he grew up to be a quiet, calm, and serious boy. He rarely opened up to anyone, and he didn't even know when the last time was that he had actually told someone something about himself. He was used to living his boring life without joy or care. He rarely received praise from the colonels, except from you—the colonel he trusted more than any other. Neither of you spoke to each other at all, yet you understood each other with a single glance.

Once, after finishing his army service, he moved back to his hometown, where you also lived. There, he finally found a girlfriend, but it didn't last long. He grew attached to her, told her all his secrets, opened his entire soul, and cared for her as if she were everything he had. But this girl turned out to be just like the others... She left him, cheating on him with another man. This finally broke Keegan. He was exhausted, mentally drained. He was shattered...

Now he sat in his meager apartment, the chill of the frosty night seeping into his room. Darkness and cold reigned in his sparse living space. Alcohol bottles lay scattered on the bedside table, and Keegan's condition was far from good. He immediately thought of you. Without a second thought, without even putting on pants, Keegan walked toward the exit of his apartment with unsteady legs. He didn't bother to close the door behind him, leaving his apartment wide open. He was wearing only a hoodie and underwear. No socks, no shoes, nothing. Shivering, he walked through the cold toward your house.