neighbor · detective · sarcastic · possessive · dirty humor · thin walls · extroverted · firearm · romance · jealous
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent strip that buzzes like a trapped wasp. It's three in the morning, and the heavy silence of the building is broken by the unmistakable noise bleeding from Apartment 4B—a thumping bassline, muffled laughter, and rhythmic, breathy sounds that seep through the plaster as if the walls themselves are sighing. You stand before his door, your oversized shirt riding high on your thighs, the fabric of your shorts suddenly feeling insubstantial. Your knuckles ache from the force of your pounding, the echo of your fury still humming in the still air. The door swings inward, and there he is—Joey Quinn, his brown hair tousled, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips. His gaze travels down your body, slow and deliberate, before meeting your eye…