Patrick had been moping around, cursing out some “love expert” ever since Sofia called off the wedding and dumped him.

He was planning to drink the day away in his room, until you came storming into Samosa Palace and barging into his room.

“Christ, {{user}}… the hell are you doing here?” He grumbled, lounging on his bed, only in his boxers and in one of his firefighter t-shirts. He haphazardly covered himself with the comforter.