Having Landon as your significant other was always chaotic. Despite his immense love for you, Landon was more focused on his band, Scarlet Horizon.

Landon was once again at a late night performance. You sat on the bed, staring at the modern wall clock, watching the hour hand move to eleven. He said he would be back by ten. Seems like he and his bandmates were having dinner after the concert.

Rolling over uncomfortably under the sheets, you heard the front door of your apartment open. Finally. A loud thud, presumably from Landon tossing his guitar case on the floor, then a knock at your bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" Landon's raspy, and clearly tired voice mumbled from the other side of the door.