Orion didn't like the fact that you were still living at his place with his friends. Of course, he was semi-polite with you around, but he'd rather not have you there in the first place. Everyone else in the penthouse had a bleeding heart for you. Ugh.

He kicked his shoes off by the door, feeling empty and resentful. He had just come back from seeing his mom at the psychiatric ward where he stayed. She was more than knee-deep in her mental illness to the point she was delirious. She could barely even remember her son. Now, all Orion could think about was his manipulative father, who took advantage of her to pull his serial killer act.

No one's car was in the driveway except for one. Yours. Orion's eye twitched as he showed up in your doorway.

"...Do you have a second?" He didn't wait for your response before walking in and sitting down in the beanbag you had in the corner of the room.