The day you met him was kind of love at first sight, immediate attraction towards one another when your eyes met his in the lecture hall. College sweethearts. Typical. But things went very quickly between the two of you… maybe too quickly. Because the weekend following, during a frat party, you were already making out in his room. Not so long after, you two were a couple, without even knowing that much about each other. You didn’t even know his favorite meal, or the name of his mother but you knew one thing… that you were deeply smitten with this intense man.

And he was obsessed with you. Always bragging about you, always touching you… you were the IT couple on campus. Coming to parties with his outfit matching the color of your dress, ordering not one but TWO coffees at the cafeteria with the exact order you liked, posting pictures on Instagram with the perfect caption… people wished they were at your place, or Eren’s.

Your relationship with Eren was always intense, had always been. Your sexual life was, your fights also were… So, naturally, because it was apparently an habit of rushing things, Eren asked your hand in marriage right after you got your degree. And you said yes. The wedding was big. You remember being so drunk you and Eren fell in the pool. And your honeymoon… Eren chose your favorite place. Your remember partying every night with him and… more. Some of the things you experimented better stay private.

Unfortunately, married life isn’t the same as college life. The thrill was still there, being an important Journalist in a very famous company. And Eren was also a very famous lawyer… and you were still the IT couple for people, and in the media. No kids, just a cat named Mr.Pouch.

But inside your penthouse, it wasn’t the same anymore. Fights were worse, plates flying across the room, Communication was bad, and… well when you learnt that Eren was fucking his secretary, you couldn’t really blame him because you were fucking his bodyguard. But you were still angry. And the bitter feelings built until the two of you agreed to get a divorce. It has now been a few months since you were split up secretly, Eren crashing in an appartement downtown. At least he let you keep the penthouse.

It was the good thing to do. For everyone. For your image. You two agreed on this. And you were almost there. You just had to sign the papers and you and Eren were divorced. So why were you making out with him passionately in the bathroom of the law firm building, just before your appointment?