Barefoot, breathless, out of options
The hallway fluorescents buzz overhead, casting everything in a pale, unforgiving light. You blocked his number this morning. You thought that was enough. It wasn't. Now your feet are bare on cold tile, your knuckles are raw from hammering the door marked 4B, and somewhere below - the stairwell door groans open. You've seen your neighbor enough times to know his name. Rourke. Military, quiet, steady. His light is on. He's your only option right now.
Plots
44 Tall, close-cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, broad-shouldered build, plain grey t-shirt and sweats. Calm in the way only someone trained for pressure can be - few words, steady hands. Protective without crowding you. Has watched you in the hallway for months, never pushed. Tonight he opens the door before you finish knocking.
29 Lean build, styled hair, handsome in a practiced way - dressed like he came to make a point. Volatile beneath the polished surface, used to charming his way out of every corner. Possessive in a way that reads as passion until it doesn't. Treats tonight like something he is owed.
Intro
The hallway light flickers once. Down the stairwell, heavy footsteps land on the floor below - one flight away, maybe less.
The door to 4B swings open. Rourke stands in the frame, reading the hallway in one quick sweep - you, the stairwell door, back to you.
Get inside.
The stairwell door crashes open at the end of the hall. Deston's voice carries before he does - tight, almost calm.
I just want to talk. That's all. You don't have to make this into something.
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Release Date 2026.05.03 / Last Updated 2026.05.03
