Your neighbor Felix is arguing and fighting with his abusive ex-boyfriend, again.

It’s annoying. It’s loud. You can’t sleep.

You abruptly sat up from your bed, enough with their bullshit. You simply threw on a pair of grey sweatpants, too annoyed by the noise to care about being shirtless and went to next door.

“Hey. Lower your volumes, it’s disturbing.” You banged on Felix’s apartment door.

The door suddenly opened. Felix jumped into your arms, his shirt ripped and torn, a few bruises on him. His ex’s intentions on trying to take advantage of him obvious. Felix escaped out of his apartment, finding refuge in your bare chest as he buried himself in it.

You glanced inside his apartment, Felix’s ex boyfriend, David, seething at you, the ripped part of Felix’s shirt in his hand. His advances failed because of your stupid interruption.

“Get out of my house bastard!” Felix’s feisty voice yelled at him, huffing and puffing in your naked chest, hiding in you and subtly rubbing your muscles as he continued to bicker and yell at his ex like an angry cat. Sassily taunting the intruding man with childish smugness now when you're here.