Ethan had always been a light sleeper. A shifting shadow, a distant siren, even the creak of an old pipe was enough to stir him awake. It wasn’t a problem back in his childhood home, where the silence stretched uninterrupted through the night. But here, in this cramped apartment, silence was a luxury he didn’t have.Tonight, the noises were different.He lay in bed, his thin blanket half-draped over his chest, eyes locked on the ceiling. His room was dark, save for the faint glow from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. It had been an exhausting day—between unpacking and the disastrous encounter with Sienna earlier, his brain should have been too fried to overthink.But then the sounds started.At first, it was just laughter—soft, lilting, feminine. Her voice. Sienna’s. Muffled through the too-thin walls, playful and teasing. The sound slithered into his ears, wrapping around his thoughts like smoke.Then came a man’s voice. Deep, smooth, unfamiliar.Ethan’s
Ethan woke up with a headache.The kind that came from a restless night, from thoughts that tangled themselves into knots and refused to unravel. The moment he blinked into consciousness, the memories of last night came crashing in like a wave—Sienna’s voice, the moans, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure slipping through the too-thin walls.And worse—his name, whispered like a secret between the rustling sheets.He groaned, running a hand over his face. Don’t overthink it.Dragging himself out of bed, Ethan shuffled into his tiny kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. He needed caffeine. He needed distraction. He needed to stop thinking about his neighbor and the way she had sounded in the dark.By the time the bitter aroma filled the air, he had almost convinced himself that he had misheard it. That his sleep-deprived brain had been playing tricks on him. Maybe she hadn’t said his name at all—maybe the coincidence was just too perfect, and his subconscious had filled in the gaps.Y
Ethan had never been good at handling attention—especially not from someone like Sienna.He told himself that her teasing meant nothing, that it was just the way she was. Some people were naturally flirtatious, right? It didn’t have to mean anything more than that.And yet, as the days passed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing it on purpose. That she enjoyed making him squirm.It started small. A lingering touch when she borrowed things, a soft laugh when she caught him flustered, a way of looking at him that made his stomach clench. But then, it escalated.Like today.Ethan had been doing laundry in the building’s communal room, folding a fresh pile of clothes on the metal table, when she appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame like she had all the time in the world.“Didn’t take you for the domestic type,” she mused, arms crossed as she watched him.Ethan’s fingers fumbled over a T-shirt, nearly dropping it. He forced a casual shrug. “I—uh, I like clean clo
Ethan had always been a light sleeper, the kind of person who tossed and turned at the slightest noise. But ever since moving into this apartment, his nights had been anything but peaceful.It wasn’t the creaky pipes or the distant hum of the city that kept him awake—it was her.Sienna had taken up residence in his mind, haunting his thoughts even when his eyes were closed. It had started subtly—an idle daydream here, a fleeting thought there. But now, it had taken root, growing into something he couldn’t ignore.And then, there were the dreams.In them, she was always just out of reach. Sometimes, she was laughing at him, teasing as she always did, her lips curling into that playful smirk that made his stomach twist. Other times, she was closer—so close he could feel her breath against his skin, smell the faint traces of vanilla and smoke. In those dreams, she whispered things he couldn’t quite remember when he woke up, but the heat of them lingered, making his pulse race.Tonight wa
Ethan had never been one to pry into the lives of others. He had spent most of his existence trying to stay unnoticed, fading into the background where it was safe. But here, in this small apartment with its paper-thin walls, it was impossible to ignore her.Sienna.She occupied his thoughts more than he cared to admit. Every time he saw her—whether in the hallways, at her door, or in the shared laundry room—he felt an odd mix of curiosity and longing. She was radiant, effortlessly confident in a way that made his stomach tighten. And yet, there was something about her that felt just out of reach, like a fleeting dream he could never quite hold onto.He told himself that his fascination was harmless, that he was just a lonely guy drawn to the first person who had ever really noticed him. But then, there were the men—the ones who visited her apartment at odd hours, slipping in and out like shadows in the night.At first, he had barely noticed. He wasn’t the type to sit by the peephole
Ethan had never been the obsessive type. He had always prided himself on his ability to focus on his own world—his books, his studies, his quiet routines. But since that night, something had shifted inside him.He couldn’t stop thinking about Sienna.Every time he heard the soft thud of her footsteps in the hallway, he found himself pausing, straining to listen. When she left her apartment, he watched from the corner of his eye, noting the way she carried herself—so effortlessly confident, so utterly captivating. She was a mystery, and mysteries demanded to be solved.At first, he told himself it was just curiosity. But curiosity didn’t explain why he found himself watching the clock, waiting for her to return at night. It didn’t explain why he started keeping track of the men who visited her, memorizing their faces, the expensive cars they drove, the way they never stayed long enough for casual conversation.It didn’t explain why, when he heard the sound of her laughter through the t
Ethan was getting used to the rhythm of life in his new apartment. The late-night noises, the thin walls, and the intoxicating presence of his neighbor were becoming an undeniable part of his reality. He told himself he was adjusting. That was a lie. He wasn’t adjusting. He was obsessing.Every morning, he found himself lingering just a little too long in his doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sienna as she came and went. She had a habit of leaving in the early evening, dressed in stunning outfits that made his pulse race, and returning late at night. Ethan told himself it was none of his business, but that did little to stop the gnawing curiosity eating away at him.One afternoon, he was gathering his mail from the rusted metal boxes in the lobby when the unmistakable scent of Sienna’s perfume wrapped around him like an invisible thread. A soft, sultry voice followed.“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bookworm.”Ethan turned, his breath catching as he met her playful gaze. She
Ethan didn’t know when his fascination with Sienna had transformed into something deeper—something raw and insatiable. He had always been an observer, a quiet soul content to watch the world from a safe distance. But Sienna had ruined that for him. She had drawn him in, her presence intoxicating, her laughter a melody he found himself desperate to hear again and again.But she was out of reach.She existed in a world he didn’t belong to, one that whispered secrets he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear. Every night, he heard voices through the thin walls, deep murmurs that belonged to men he never saw twice. The sounds of footsteps pacing, low laughter, and sometimes—sometimes—something more.Something intimate.Something that made his body tense and his mind spin with questions he was too afraid to ask.One evening, Ethan sat on his bed, his laptop open but forgotten. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but his thoughts were miles away. The clock on his nightstand blinked at him—past mi
Ethan knew he should stop. He knew he should turn away, shut his door, and drown himself in the distractions of his books, his sketches—anything but this. But he didn’t. It started with a sound—low murmurs, a breathy laugh—drifting through the paper-thin walls. He recognized her voice instantly, but it was different tonight. It wasn’t the teasing, confident tone she usually used with him. It was softer, sultrier. His heart pounded as he stood frozen by his door, staring at the thin line of golden light spilling from Sienna’s slightly open doorway. He shouldn’t look. Don’t look, Ethan. But something about the way the door wasn’t completely shut, the way the soft sounds of movement filtered through, made it impossible for him to move away. He took a step closer. His pulse hammered in his ears as he peered through the narrow gap. Th
Ethan tried to go about his day as if nothing had happened, but Sienna's words lingered like an echo in his mind. Emotions make people weak, Ethan. You should learn that before it gets you hurt. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? That one moment of vulnerability, one night of muffled sobs behind thin walls, could shake him so much? But it did. It bothered him that she had dismissed it so easily, as if her pain was nothing more than a passing inconvenience. By the time evening rolled around, he had exhausted himself with overthinking. His laptop lay open on the desk, untouched for hours, a blank document staring back at him. He had barely eaten. He had barely done anything. His thoughts kept circling back to her. Finally, he gave up. He needed a break. Maybe some fresh air. Maybe he just needed to see her, even if it was from a distance. Stepping out of his ap
Ethan barely slept that night. The sound of Sienna crying had unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite shake. It had been soft at first—muffled, broken sobs barely slipping through the thin walls. But then they’d become harsher, raw, as if something deep inside her had shattered. He had sat up in bed, staring at the wall that separated them, his chest aching.He wanted to knock on her door. To do something. But what right did he have? She had brushed off his confession like it was nothing. She had told him to go home, and yet here he was, unable to think of anything else but her pain.By morning, he was exhausted but determined. He couldn’t just pretend he hadn’t heard anything. As soon as he heard movement from her apartment, he was out the door.Sienna was locking her door when he stepped into the hallway. She was dressed as immaculately as ever—tight jeans, a cropped black top, her hair pulled into
Ethan had barely slept. His mind kept replaying their conversation over and over again. Sienna’s laughter, the sharp bite of her words, the way she had dismissed his feelings like they were nothing. He told himself he wouldn’t think about it anymore, that it was better this way. He had no place in her world, and she had made that clear.And yet, late into the night, just as the city had settled into quiet murmurs of distant sirens and rustling winds, something pulled him from the haze of his restless thoughts.Soft, muffled sobs.At first, he thought he was imagining it. Sienna was not the type to cry—at least, not in front of anyone. But as he sat up in bed, straining to listen, the sound became clearer. It wasn’t the distant, passion-laced moans he had become used to hearing through the thin walls. No, this was raw, broken.Sienna was crying.Ethan’s chest tight
Ethan had spent the entire day trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t say anything. That it was better to keep his feelings locked away where they couldn’t be exposed and torn apart. But his resolve shattered the moment he saw her again.Sienna was outside her apartment, leaning against the railing of the hallway balcony, smoking a cigarette. The soft glow of the city lights reflected off her skin, making her look almost ethereal. He didn’t know if it was the way she exhaled the smoke so slowly, or the way the night breeze toyed with the loose strands of her hair, but she looked untouchable. Untouchable, yet standing right there.He didn’t think—he just walked up to her.She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, an amused smirk playing at her lips. “So, you’re back to speaking to me now?”Ethan swallowed, his hands clenched at his sides. “I need to tell you something.”
Ethan barely had time to process the way Sienna had looked at him before she shut the door in his face. He told himself to let it go. To walk away and forget the way her skin had felt beneath his fingers.But forgetting wasn’t an option.The next morning, he left his apartment earlier than usual, hoping to avoid her again. But luck wasn’t on his side. As soon as he stepped into the hallway, she was already there—leaning against her doorframe, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unreadable.“So, we’re doing this now?” she asked, tilting her head. “Silent treatment? Avoidance? Like I’m some kind of disease?”Ethan stopped mid-step, his pulse quickening. He hadn’t expected her to be so direct. “That’s not what I’m doing.”Sienna scoffed. “Oh really? Because you’ve been acting like I don’t exist. And newsflash, nerd—I do.”He clenched his jaw. “I’ve just b
Ethan tried to stay away.For three days, he avoided the hallway, changed his schedule to leave his apartment when he knew she wouldn’t be around, and kept his eyes glued to his laptop screen even when his thoughts drifted elsewhere. It was the only way to get some control back—some sense of normalcy after what had happened between them.But it wasn’t working.The more he ignored her, the more she occupied his mind. Every shadow moving past his door made his pulse spike. Every time he heard laughter from her apartment, something inside him twisted. He told himself it was for the best, that he had to put some distance between them.But distance was a lie. Because even if he wasn’t near her, she was inside him, running through his veins like an addiction he couldn’t shake.On the fourth day, Ethan returned from work later than usual, exhausted but res
Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair. His mind was a battlefield, a raging war between desire and self-doubt. No matter how much he told himself to stay away, to not get pulled deeper into Sienna’s orbit, he couldn’t fight it.She was everywhere.Every thought. Every breath. Every dream.Her words echoed in his head—"You’re too innocent for my world." He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. What did she mean by that? Was she mocking him? Protecting him? Or was it just another way to keep him at a distance while she entertained other men?A sharp pang of jealousy shot through his chest. He hated that feeling. He had no right to it, yet it consumed him, growing like a wildfire every time he heard the faint creak of her door or the muffled voices that followed.He stood abruptly, pacing his small apa
Ethan sat rigid on Sienna’s couch, his fingers gripping the empty glass in his lap as he tried to steady his breath. The sting of her teasing still clung to him, burning beneath his skin.She stretched out beside him, draping herself lazily over the cushions, one leg crossing over the other. The hem of her dress rode up slightly, revealing more of her smooth thigh. It was deliberate—everything about her was deliberate.He should have seen it coming.Sienna let out a small sigh, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on the fabric of the couch. “You’re sweet, Ethan,” she murmured, almost as if she were talking to herself. Then, her gaze slid to him, sharp and assessing. “Too sweet.”He forced himself to look at her, his jaw clenched. “What’s that supposed to mean?”She smirked, amused by his sudden defensiveness. “It means you don’t belong here,” she said simply