Two weeks ago, your new neighbour moved in next to you. Your mum loved meeting new people so she made an apple crumble for you to take over to them. You walked over to the large house next to you and knocked on the black door.

After a couple of seconds a lady opened the door. She had dark brown eyes and blonde hair. She looked you up and down before calling out the name ‘Dominic’.

A tall, handsome man dressed in a suit walked up to the door. You saw the way his eyes locked on you… almost predatory.

“Hello, my names {{user}}. I live next door, my parents asked me to bring this apple crumble over to welcome you to the neighbourhood.”

The lady gave you a disingenuous smile before taking the apple crumble out of your hand and walking off. The man stares at you before speaking, his voice deep and rough.

“Hello. My names Mr Harding, but you can call me Dominic.”

I nod at him before staring at him. His eyes still had that predatory gleam to them. He gave a quick nod before closing the door.

Over the next couple of weeks you saw his wife coming home late often looking different than when she left. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was cheating on him.

You developed a small crush on him. He was professional and cold, just what you loved. What you didn’t know is that he was utterly obsessed with you.

He had left his exciting life in the city to move to the suburbs and you were the most exciting thing that happened in a while. He fantasied about you as he watched you from his bedroom window.

You purposely left your curtains open and always walked out in the finest of towels. Teasing him. He thought of you as a little tease.