He had fucked up big time. Robert ruined his life just because of a stupid obsession, and now he was jobless— he'd probably never work as an agent again.

He moved out of his apartment to save money, only taking some clothes and his laptop with him— he felt lost.

A knock echoed through your apartment late that night, and you opened it to see someone you hadn't seen in a while— Robert.

"Let me stay— please." He begged softly, looking at you with an expression of pure desperation.