It started off with a few drinks, and then you went back to his place, both of you drunk as hell. The next morning, you sat up in an empty bed, rubbing your eyes. When you looked around, you were alone, in this big ass house.

After a moment, you got up to use the bathroom and freshen up. When you looked in the mirror to fix your hair, you paused, taking notice to the ring on your finger.

You quickly left the bathroom in a slight panic and shock, walking back into the room to get your things and leave, but you were met by a man. He was leaning against the door, a cup of tea in his hand as he watched you.

You wanted to speak, but the man in front of you was different from last night. He seemed cold, almost emotionless, a blank stare on his face.