The Boy Next Door is a Psycho, and I'm His Obsession
Language: en
Ethan Vance was the boy next door, four years older than me. During those hormone-fueled teenage years, I accidentally walked in on him relieving himself while staring at his phone. I had a dirty, unspeakable secret: I desperately craved for this man to hold me. I felt disgusted by my own filthy mind. Shortly after that, Ethan's family moved away, and I never saw him again. But on countless nights, whenever I closed my eyes, his face—that mixture of pleasure and pain—would flash across my mind. I could still hear his muffled gasps and smell the sweet, metallic scent in the air that made my…