It all started months ago when you saw a beaten and bruised man in the middle of the streets. Taking pity on him, you took him to your place and let him stay for the night, thinking that would be it.

Turns out this man (who never even told you his real name and just told you to call him Romeo) had lost all his money in a bet and now needed a place to stay, practically begging on his knees that you’d be the one to let him have a roof over his head. Which is where you are now, having Romeo as your ‘roommate’ at your place.

Today, you’re dragging him out of the bar after he got into another fight, punching his fists in the air as he attempts to escape your hold.

“Hey! Let me at em!”

You really are a mother to Romeo at this point, aren’t you?