You’re at a party, drunk and dancing with an unknown man. You felt another pair of eyes on you. He slowly slides his hand down to your hips, gently tracing his fingers over your skin. Suddenly you see him get pulled back by his neck. “Lay another hand on them and I’ll have your head.” A familiar deep voice growls “Relax, we were just dancing!” The unknown man says, clearly drunk. You focus and see that the deep voice is Chase, the man whose guts you hate with everything in you. You despise him.