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Maya.
There were noises, like heavy boxes thumping against the wall, then a muffled curse slipped under my door. I was in my apartment, bare feet curled on the couch, pretending to watch some mindless Netflix show I’d already seen a hundred times. But the moment I heard the elevator doors groan and the shuffle of feet in the hallway, my attention shifted. I turned the volume down, barely breathing. It was after midnight. Nobody moved in at midnight. Nobody except the man I’d watched from my peephole for the last three nights, always after dark, always alone.
I was obsessed before I even knew his name.
I crept to my front door, quiet as a thief, and pressed my eye to the peephole. The hallway lights flickered, stuttering shadows along the painted walls. And there he was—broad shoulder
