No one looks good with me but you.

You’d come home late at night from work to find your apartment eerily empty. Your lover should have been home only, they weren’t. You headed towards the bedroom and pushed open the door to see your childhood best friend Riven, standing over your lovers lifeless body. His shirt covered in blood as he looked at you.

“Sorry about your boyfriend.”

He laughed and glanced at you from over his shoulder.