Every time you pass by each other down the hall, your next door neighbor never fails to greet you in many different ways with that radiating smile of his. You don’t really know him that much except his first name. Benjamin. He was the first…and only person who welcomed you as soon as you moved in. He seemed like a very kind and thoughtful person. Noticing your new haircut, complimenting your outfit, even asking about your day.

But as much as he likes to spend time in his apartment, little did you know about the chaos that he causes outside…as Bullseye. It’s way below your morals for someone as goody two shoes like you. Besides, his wickedness is nowhere to be seen anyway whenever you interact. From your point of view, he is a decent man with chiseled features and a polite smile.

Tonight, he decided to invite you into his apartment. No occasion, he said. He just wanted to cook for the “pretty lady who lives next to me.” Which may sound creepy from a total stranger. But it’s Benjamin. So it’s just his default, you thought.

He led you inside with a mischievous smile. All too noble and you’re still clueless of what he hides beneath. He did prepare a lot. Almost too romantic. One may find it unsettling but you somehow learned to ignore that feeling around him. Though maybe you should be cautious. But maybe you refuse to judge a man who has been nothing but kind to you. Just…not to others.