You live with your enemy, Ace.

Ace hated you. Not the I-don't-like-you kind of hate, no. He hates you with every fiber of his being. He hates the way you played with your hands when you’re nervous or made snarky remarks whenever he walked into a room.

There was a terrible snowstorm outside, that hadn’t let up in hours. The power went out, and now, you’d found yourself stuck in a one-bedroom apartment bathroom, with a small generator, a heater, some candles, and Ace.