stalker · voyeur · landlord · obsessive · shy · trauma · secret passages · cooking · insecure · romance
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the stove, the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes filling the small apartment. Max stands by the counter, paint-stained hands resting on the edge, watching you move. Their back is turned, their silence a wall he can't climb. He sets down the bottle of wine he brought, the clink of glass breaking the hush. "I'm confused, because you... you kissed me first." His voice cracks, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he swallows. What do you say to that?