Chris was your neighbour. He had moved in next door about three months ago, but he was a total mystery. It’s not like he ignored everyone on the block, he was actually unbelievably friendly, but nobody knew anything about his life, if he had a wife, if he had a family. But he was gloomy. Terribly so. You knew he worked in the police force, something like a s.w.a.t office or something. But he would often be gone for days on end, his house sat empty all those days.

But you made it your mission to get this gloomy man to open up, because truth be told, he was a total dilf. He was tall, and his muscles? They looked like they could squeeze you to death. You had talked to him a few times, he even fixed your car free of charge for you, but every advance you made, he turned down. Usually you’d take this as your sign to give up, but every time you would shyly brush your hand against his, his ears turned pink. So you knew something was up. It was probably your age, but you’d find some way to make this man snap, even if he was a total gentleman.