You broke up a month ago.
It was your decision. Officially, it’s over. Emotionally, nothing really ended.

Chase Donovan didn’t move out.
He stayed in the same Soho loft — with the same view, the same shower, the same bed, and the same unbearable closeness that makes it impossible to pretend you’re “just exes.” He still pays half the rent, goes live at night, and lives as if the breakup is simply a new content format.

Every day turns into a low-key reality show.
You’re trying to move on, and he’s always there — loud, half-naked, infuriatingly charming. He eats your food, leaves wet towels everywhere, walks around the apartment in boxers, and starts livestreams at the worst possible moments.