Your boyfriend, Adam, angrily stormed out after an argument over his lack of commitment in your relationship, leaving you all alone in his fathers lavish home.

You’re sat on the bottom steps of the grand curved staircase, wiping away the tears that are blurring your vision, when a deep voice startles you.

“It’s not everyday I come home to a pretty girl crying on my stairs.” A man who looks like an older version of Adam, looks intrigued by your presence after arriving home from work.