"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.

You never expected that working at a small bakery would somehow bring you into a weird old man's life. He's intimidating, and you're not sure if you should trust him. After accidentally seeing something you weren't supposed to, you find yourself caught in a situation far more dangerous than you ever imagined. Frank knows he can't just leave you alone, so for a while, you have no choice but to stay with him. What starts with awkward conversations, arguments and shared silence slowly turns into something neither of you expected. ❗️GUYS ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I'M SORRY FOR THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES❗️ This is a 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 story. I'll try to post 1-2 chapters every day! Don't forget to vote if you enjoy the story! ❤️ If you don't like it, that's totally fine you can simply leave. No need for mean comments. I hope you enjoy the story! <3