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 was on his way back from the corner store, a small plastic bag swinging from his wrist, filled with nothing more than a cheap instant meal and a bottle of soda. But his mind wasn’t on dinner. It was still tangled in the events of last night—his time with Sienna. The way she had leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin. The way her lips had curved into that knowing smirk, as if she saw straight through him. Every second of it replayed in his head like an addictive melody, one he couldn’t silence no matter how hard he tried.For once, he had felt like he belonged in her world, even if just for a moment.But as he approached the entrance of his apartment building, a gravelly voice cut through his thoughts like a sharp blade.“Hey, kid.”Ethan looked up and saw Mr. Langley, his neighbor from two doors down, leaning against the rusted railing outside the complex. The older man was wrapped in his usual worn-out cardigan, his thinning gray hair sticking out in uneven tufts. A
The night was thick with silence—except for the distant hum of traffic, the occasional honk, the faint chatter of pedestrians on the sidewalk below. Ethan sat in his dimly lit room, his laptop open but forgotten, the glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his cluttered desk. His textbook lay untouched beside him, pages flipped to the same chapter for the past hour. No matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind refused to cooperate.Because all he could think about was her.Sienna.The way she smiled. The way she looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, like she saw through him. Like she knew things about him he didn’t even know himself.He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at his own ridiculousness. She was just a neighbor, nothing more. Mr. Langley’s words still lingered in his mind, casting an uneasy shadow over his thoughts. He had tried to push them aside, to convince himself that Sienna was different from whatever assumptions people made ab
Ethan lay awake long after the sounds had faded into silence. His mind replayed them like a broken record, each moan, each breathy gasp gnawing at his insides. He turned onto his side, pressing his face into the pillow, but it didn’t help. The heat of shame clung to his skin like a second layer, suffocating him.It’s none of your business, he told himself. She’s just your neighbor. Nothing more.And yet, the jealousy seething in his chest suggested otherwise. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out the phantom echoes of Sienna with another man. His hands curled into fists at his sides. Stop it. Stop thinking about her like that.The next morning, Ethan moved around his apartment sluggishly, his eyes heavy with lack of sleep. He made himself a cup of coffee, standing by the kitchen window and staring absently at the city below. The world was moving as usual, indifferent to his turmoil. He took a deep breath and forced himself to think rationally.Sienna was a beautiful woman. Of
Ethan sat at his small wooden desk, a stack of books towering beside him. His laptop screen glowed in the dimly lit apartment, the cursor blinking on a blank document that had remained untouched for the past hour. He had an assignment due, research to complete, pages upon pages of notes to review.And yet, all he could think about was her.He tightened his grip around his pen, tapping it restlessly against the desk. Focus. He forced himself to look down at the textbook in front of him, scanning the words on the page. But they blurred together, turning into meaningless lines. His mind betrayed him, painting an image of Sienna instead—her teasing smirk, the sway of her hips when she walked, the way her voice wrapped around him like silk whenever she spoke.He exhaled sharply and raked a hand through his hair.This is ridiculous.Forcing his attention back to the book, he read aloud, hoping it would anchor him. “The economic impact of…” His voice trailed off. He hadn’t even registered th
Ethan wasn’t used to surprises. His life followed a strict routine—work, study, occasional grocery runs, and long nights spent trying to ignore the woman living next door. His world was structured, predictable, and safe. Until now.A soft knock interrupted his morning coffee. He wasn’t expecting visitors. In fact, he never had visitors. His stomach tightened with an inexplicable sense of anticipation as he approached the door. A brief moment of hesitation—then he turned the knob.And there she was.Sienna leaned casually against the doorframe, her golden-brown hair damp, clinging to her skin as if she had just stepped out of a warm shower. She smelled like coconut and something sweet—an intoxicating mix that made his throat dry. She wore a cropped tank top, barely covering the curve of her waist, and ripped jeans that hugged her hips in a way that made it impossible for Ethan not to notice.“Morning, nerd boy,” she greeted, her lips curving into a smirk. “Busy?”Ethan gripped the edge
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