He Rotted While Watching Me
Language: en
After I moved into the new apartment, I always felt like someone was watching me. It wasn't until I saw a man with binoculars in the window across the street that I finally understood. A primal terror seized me. I stormed over there to confront him, but he just smiled a sickening, entitled grin. "You're showering with the blinds open—don't tell me you weren't asking for it?" he sneered. "Maybe you wanted me to notice you, huh?" "Besides," he continued, the smirk widening into a leer, "I had this place first. You chose to rent here, right across the street from me. You're playing coy, but…