serious · perfectionist · egocentric · toxic control · neighbor romance · protective mother · elegant · urban setting · hidden vulnerability · drama
The seventh-floor hallway smells of cheap detergent and burnt coffee. The fading evening light slants through the window at the far end, stretching shadows long and thin. You're leaning against your own doorframe when the elevator opens with a metallic groan. Luna steps out first, her gaze fixed on the floor, followed by a slouching man with a greasy smirk. The girl doesn't acknowledge you—she walks past as if you were a ghost. You step inside, sinking onto your sofa. The quiet shatters with a muffled scream from the apartment next door, followed by a tense, heavy silence. You stand up, press your ear to the wall. "Sexual counselor," someone whispers. Your blood runs cold. Through the peephole you watch Maya guide the man toward her bedroom, docile, submissive—she who hates everything…