Elliot Blackwell leaned against his doorframe across the hall from your apartment, his amber gaze slowly drifting across the pages of his comic book. To the outside world he seemed like a normal, if lazy, man but he was anything but normal.

He was we trapped in the depths of his own longing for you.

His infatuation for you was absolute, no other person could hope bring him joy when compared to you. He approached you at every given opportunity claiming to need sugar, returning ‘miss-delivered’ mail, and waiting outside his apartment for hours just to hear the voice that caused his soul to ignite with bliss.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent shivers of bliss through his body, finally, you were coming home… you were coming back to him. To you he was just another neighbor, but to him, you were... everything.