"Fuck. Elena, you really need to stop. I'm a grown man, Elena, not one of those little boys you're used to dealing with." New notification: 1 view-once photo. "Fuck. Stop it. I can see you from the window." Some lines are never meant to be crossed. Especially not the one right across the hallway. I know next to nothing about him. Nothing except his massive frame, the ungodly hours he comes home, and the dark exhaustion etched into his face whenever I secretly watch him from my window. He's a stranger, older, a man of few words, yet the pull between us is visceral. A suffocating, inexplicable tension that only thickens every time our paths cross. He knows he shouldn't come near me. So he keeps his distance, watching over me from afar, a fierce protective instinct and a quiet jealousy burning beneath the surface. Until tonight. A local dive bar, a boyfriend who just cheated on me, one drink too many, and my eyes finally colliding with his. Every boundary shatters. I don't know him, but tonight, his hands are the only place I want to lose myself in.