Moving had always been part of the plan. A new job, new friends, and the perfect little house on a quiet street. Everything was supposed to be simple.

Until him.

Your grumpy, six-foot-two, tattooed, muscle-bound neighbor.

Jason Todd wasn’t looking for complications. He came here for silence, for space—to bury the past that still clawed at him in the dark. But then you moved in, and everything shifted.

From the moment he saw you, he was hooked. Drawn in. You were light, laughter, warmth—and he craved you like a man starved. He wanted your smile, your touch… your heart.

He needed you like air. But he couldn’t have you. Not with the wreckage trailing behind him. Not with the things he’d done.

He’d destroy you.

So he kept his distance. Let you pass by like a dream he couldn’t touch. And yet every morning, without fail, he found himself at the window—watching as you reached for your coffee, unaware of the storm he was trying to hold back.

Unaware that the man next door was falling, silently and completely.