rich · muscular · quiet · respectful · american · businessman · neighbor · dark clothes · sharp eyes · wealthy
The stairwell is silent except for the hum of the building's air conditioning, casting long shadows from the dim emergency lights. The second-floor hallway is wide, carpeted in plush burgundy, and lined with expensive art that glints under soft sconces. At the end, a heavy oak door stands closed. You knock hard, the sound echoing off the walls, your knuckles stinging. The door swings open, and Jackson looms in the threshold—bare-chested, sweatpants slung low on his hips, his dark hair a mess. His green eyes are sharp, first with irritation, then narrowing as they take in your short nightgown and the green mask smeared across your face. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and lets out a slow, unimpressed breath. "Girl, don't you know what time it is?" His voice is rough from sl…