All Chapters of Whispers Through the Wall: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ethan never considered himself obsessive. He wasn’t the kind of guy who fixated on things—at least, not outside of his work. But Sienna was different. She had seeped into his mind like ink into paper, staining every thought, every moment of quiet reflection.He didn’t realize when it started—this… fascination. Maybe it was the way she seemed to drift in and out of his life on a whim, making him feel like she belonged there only to disappear again, leaving an emptiness behind. Maybe it was how she kept him at a maddening distance, always teasing, always deflecting, never truly letting him in. Or maybe it was just her, the way she moved, the way she laughed, the way her eyes carried secrets she refused to share.And he wanted to know them. All of them.Ethan found himself watching her more than he should have. It wasn’t intentional at first—just small things. He noticed when she left in the evening and when she returned, sometimes in the early hours of the morning, hair tousled, a dazed

Ethan sat in the dimly lit café across from his best friend, David, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee. The familiar hum of chatter and the occasional clinking of silverware filled the air, but Ethan was only half-aware of his surroundings. His mind was elsewhere—on Sienna, on her touch, on the way her lips had brushed against his cheek the night before.David, however, had no such distractions. He sat back in the booth, arms crossed, watching Ethan with a look of concern that bordered on exasperation.“You look like shit, man,” David finally said, breaking the silence. “Have you even slept?”Ethan blinked, snapping back to reality. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Yeah. I mean, sort of.”David scoffed. “That’s a no.” He leaned forward, his voice lowering. “Is this about her?”Ethan frowned. “Who?”David shot him a knowing look. “Don’t play dumb. The neighbor. The girl you’re practically obsessed with.”Ethan tensed. “I’m not obsessed.”David let out a dry laugh. “Right. You

Ethan’s heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he thought it might give him away. The dim glow of his apartment barely illuminated the small space, but he didn’t need light—his focus was solely on the sliver of the outside world he could see through the peephole. His breathing was uneven, his palms damp as he hovered, torn between reason and impulse.He shouldn’t be doing this.But he couldn’t stop.Sienna’s apartment door was slightly ajar, the soft amber glow from inside spilling into the hallway. The rich man—her guest—stood in the doorway, his back partially turned to Ethan’s line of sight. He was just as polished as before, his suit crisp, his posture exuding power and ease. He adjusted the cuff of his expensive watch, exuding the effortless charm of someone who belonged in a world Ethan could never touch.Then she appeared.Sienna leaned lazily against the doorframe, her robe tied loosely around her waist, exposing the long, smooth curve of her leg. Her dark hair was slightly

Ethan stared at the ceiling, his body stiff as he lay on the mattress, the sheets tangled around his legs. The air in his apartment felt heavy, thick with an invisible weight that pressed against his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the restless storm inside his head, but the moment he did, her face surfaced.Sienna.The way she had smirked at him just before shutting her door. The way her lips had formed that silent shhh, as if inviting him to keep watching. To keep obsessing.His eyes snapped open. The faint glow of the city seeped through his blinds, casting long shadows along the walls. He reached for his phone, checking the time. 3:42 AM. For the third night in a row, he hadn’t managed to get a single hour of proper sleep.He turned onto his side, willing his brain to shut down, but his ears remained hyper-focused, waiting for the inevitable.And then—A muffled voice.A soft giggle.The telltale creak of Sienna’s door opening and closing.Ethan’s pulse drummed in hi

Ethan sat on his bed, gripping the edge of the mattress as he stared at the wall. His mind was a mess, tangled with thoughts of Sienna. Their conversation over drinks had left him raw, confused, and completely under her spell. He had barely slept, replaying every moment—the way her fingers had brushed against his, the way she had looked at him with those teasing eyes that hinted at something just beyond his reach.He exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his already-disheveled hair. He needed to shake this off. It was just a drink. Just harmless flirting.Then why did it feel like something more?A sudden knock on his door made his heart lurch into his throat. He turned, staring at the door as if he had imagined the sound.Another knock. This time softer. More deliberate.Ethan swallowed hard before standing, his legs feeling weak as he made his way toward the do