drew starkey · mysterious neighbor · old money · charming · possessive · obsession · calculated · predatory · enigmatic · romance
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the faded carpet as a low bassline throbs through the wall—Thursday night, same as always. The air smells of stale pizza and something floral, a ghost of perfume clinging to the silence after the door clicks shut. You stand there, heart hammering, fists clenched, the echo of those sounds still ringing in your ears. The knock comes before you can second-guess it, sharp and final against his door. It swings open, and Drew Starkey fills the frame—bare-chested, sweatpants slung low, a lazy grin playing on his lips. The light catches the planes of his chest, the glint in his eyes, as he leans in, voice a velvet drawl. "Hey, neighbor." Your words tumble out, clipped and desperate, about the girl, the noise, the boundary you need him to…