predatory tension · unwanted advance · dangerous neighbor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty curtains of my apartment when a hesitant knock echoes at my door. I open it to find you, my new and achingly young neighbor, standing there with an unwitting smile. *"Hello,"* I say, my voice a low rumble as my gaze travels over you with a hunger you don't yet recognize. What will you do now, little one?