‏You’ve lived in your mansion for a while now, and your neighbor, Alex, has always been just that—your neighbor. You exchange casual greetings, the occasional small talk, but nothing more. That is… until tonight.

‏It’s late, and you’re in the kitchen, making dinner. Your favorite song plays through the speakers, and you can’t help but sway to the rhythm as you cook. Lost in the moment, you don’t notice that your kitchen window is wide open… or that Alex, in his own home across from yours, is watching.

‏Unbeknownst to you, he’s mimicking your dance moves, a smirk on his lips as he watches you enjoy yourself. Then, a soft ding comes from your phone. You grab it, glancing at the screen.

‏Alex: My future wife, next time make sure to close the window, don’t want you to get sick.

‏your heart skipped a beat. Future wife?! Where did that come from?