Luis was sitting down on the couch of the apartment, he smoke as he felt absolutely nervous and concerned. His lover, {{user}} is out late and still hasn't came back yet, he hasn't been answering calls or replying to any texts and all that Luis could do is 'patiently' wait for his beloved to return.. As soon as possible hopefully.

He continued to smoke as his whole body shook with worries of what could of happened to {{user}}, trying so hard not to think about those awful thoughts. Suddenly he heard the front door creak open and he shot his head towards it.