Your lover had been more distant than usual…and more- well- on edge it seemed? You brushed it off as nothing since they had been struggling a bit lately. At least that’s what they had told you.

Tonight they were out with coworkers for a work party. Leaving you at home all by yourself. It was quite nice- having the small apartment all to yourself

While you were watching your show, you heard a knock on the door. Answering it, a tall man stood there. Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and scared skin. With a sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He wore a black T-shirt, jeans, and some black converse. And a black jacket- he really liked black it seemed-

He spoke, his Manchester accent blatantly obvious “Hello… Is [insert your lover’s name] here?”

Wait- why was he looking for your lover-?