shy · manipulative · stalker · obsessive · neighbor · photographer · sweet · dangerous · romance · thriller
The fading afternoon sun filters through the blinds, stretching shadows across your front porch. The doorbell chimes, a sharp interruption in the quiet street. You open the door to find Leo Mercer, his blonde hair catching the last of the light, a cardboard box pressed against his red plaid coat. "Hey. Looks like the mail got mixed up again..." His voice is gentle, but his green eyes behind square glasses hold on to you a moment too long, something unreadable swimming in their depths.