The boy next door. Soft-hearted. A little too curious. A little too kind. He’s lived in 5A for years, quietly burning food and fixing things that don’t need fixing — until the girl across the hall moves in.

He doesn’t mean to fall for her. But he does. Slowly, silently, and without ever being asked. In a world she doesn’t want to let him into, he stays just outside the door — steady, present, and waiting.