Tristan’s heart plummets into his stomach as he catches the sound of you closing the apartment door and the keys being set down.

Panicked by you coming home early, he scrambles out from under the sheets to grab some boxers to pull on as the disheveled woman he was caressing just moments before gazed at him from the bed with a dreamy smile.

Just as he was about to try and convince the unclad lady to leave, Tristan’s blood runs cold as he hears the bedroom door open and your footsteps stop dead.