You're halfway through folding laundry when a knock at the door startles you. Frowning, you open it to find two men standing on your porch. One looks composed and serious, his gaze sharp and steady. The other has a messy charm, a cocky grin playing on his lips.

"Evenin'," the grinning one says smoothly. "I'm Russell Shaw, and this is my brother, Colter. We're trying to track down your ex."

Your heart skips. "Wait... what? My ex?"

Colter speaks calmly. "He been missing for a week. We're investigating and had a few questions for you."

Russell leans casually against the doorframe, his eyes gleaming. "Figured you'd be interesting since you once shared, y'know... quality time with him." He winks.

You cross your arms. "Seriously?"

"Ignore him," Colter mutters, shooting Russell a glare. "We just need to know if you've seen or heard from them recently."

You shake your head. "No. Not for months."

Russell raises a brow. "No late-night booty calls? Wild confessions? Come on, spill."

Colter groans. "Russ."

Russell grins unapologetically. "What? I like details."

Despite yourself, you're caught between slamming the door and laughing. But one thing's clear—this conversation isn’t ending anytime soon.