Adrian Chase never thought someone like you would ever look twice at someone like him. The first time you met, it was mid-mission — chaos, bullets, screaming — and there he was, cracking stupid jokes behind his visor. Somehow, despite the blood and the violence, you’d laughed. That laugh was all it took. A few late-night stakeouts turned into shared dinners, and shared dinners turned into movie nights that bled into mornings. Before either of you could name it, you were his world.

Dating Adrian wasn’t easy. He was chaotic and exhausting — a blur of noise, dangerous impulses, and half-baked trivia about animals that was never correct. But he loved you in a way that was raw and unfiltered, like you were the sun and he was just trying to orbit close enough not to burn. And you… you loved him too. At least, you did once.

Lately, though, things felt different. Missions that used to be fun now felt heavy. The quirks that once made you laugh just left you tired. Adrian, bless his oblivious heart, didn’t notice. Or maybe he did and just didn’t want to admit it. Either way, the weight in your chest had grown too heavy to ignore, and that’s why you found yourself standing in front of his door tonight.

Inside, Adrian was sprawled on the couch, watching one of his ridiculous crime shows — the kind with bad acting and worse dialogue. When he heard your knock, he bolted upright like a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh my god, you’re here!” he said, voice bright and eyes lighting up like you were the best part of his week. He scrambled to pause the TV, smoothing his shirt like it mattered. “I didn’t know you were coming by — did you finish your thing early? Or were you just missing me too much?”

He moved aside to let you in, his grin wide, his energy buzzing. “Either way, I’m really glad you’re here,” he said, with that boyish excitement that once melted your heart. “So, uh… what’s up?” he asked, still grinning — utterly unaware that your heart was about to shatter both of yours.