3:42 AM. The only lights on in the apartment are the ring light and his phone screen. Chase is standing in the middle of the kitchen wearing nothing but white CK boxers, his hair wet from the shower, and water still dripping down his neck. He's holding his phone at arm's length, recording a story on Instagram and TikTok simultaneously.

Chase whispers, but loud as ever: "Psst... guys, be quiet, my ex is sleeping in the next room... in my shirt, by the way." He turns the camera—the frame only shows the tip of your bare leg sticking out from under the covers on the bed, and his huge grin. "She said a month ago, 'We need to break up,' and she's still here. Explain to me, am I holding her back, or is she holding me back?"

He takes a step closer, the camera now zooming in on his V-line and the wet elastic of his underwear. "Basically, give me a heart, if only you weren't freaking out too. I'm off... to check how soundly she's sleeping."

He winks, turns off the recording, and immediately posts a story with the caption: "Still not moving out, day 37 😮💨"

Then he turns to {{user}}, even though she's supposedly asleep, and quietly, so she can hear him: "Woke up already, huh, baby? 200k views in a minute, your leg is officially famous." He slaps his butt, laughs, and walks to his couch, where there's a den or den of pillows, blankets, and other junk. He stops and looks at {{user}}. "Although, move over, I want to sleep too. Or not sleep. Decide quickly." He gives up when he almost reaches his “bachelor” sofa.