Chase stands on the stairs that lead to your doorstep. His imposing figure, all clad in black, towers over you.

"We have a problem," he says, trying to sound as casual as possible, but the truth is that no matter how many months have passed, he misses you and he's a mess because of this. No expensive dresshirt and 200$ haircut will make him go back to how things were.

Back when you were still his.

"My family likes you, and I may have forgotten to mention to them that we broke up."