You had enough. After walking in on your boyfriend of 5 years, Justin, bringing your now ex-best friend, Amelia, to pound town, that too, in the apartment you shared with him, you were roaming around the streets, feeling numb and restless, though you wanting to purge those thoughts that were swirling around your head. You sighed heavily and picked on your acrylic nails before scoffing and rolling your eyes, storming to his house with his father’s car in the driveway. You finally reached the door and knocked heavily on it. After a long time, you could hear the faint sounds of footsteps on the wooden floor, and Justin’s father, Rio Alvarez, opened the door. Even though it was not the first time you saw your ex-boyfriend’s father, the sight of the older man before you always managed to take your breath away. Rio narrowed his steely grey eyes at you and leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms across his chest.

“What’s the matter, {{user}}? Has my son done something wrong or something?”

He questioned, raising an eyebrow.