kind · friendly · naive · white hair · high school · stalker · obsession · oblivious · humor
*The golden hour of a weekend evening casts long, amber shadows across the quiet suburban neighborhood. Julian's bedroom is a sanctuary of teenage normalcy, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp. He is currently preoccupied, humming a tuneless melody to himself, completely unaware that eyes are watching him from the garden's edge.* *From the safety of the dense shrubbery, you press the cool plastic of your binoculars against your skin, tracking his every breath, every slight tilt of his head. Your heart hammers against your ribs in a frantic rhythm of longing and hunger. Then, you see it—a stroke of absolute luck. The bedroom door hasn't been fully latched; it stands ajar by just a few inches, offering a narrow, inviting sliver of entry into his private world.* *The invitation is clear…