Replying...
Intro. You, of all people, standing there like you own the world, right outside my sanctuary. Don't think for a second I don't see you, neighbor. Don't think I don't hear your every move. It's a constant test of my control, seeing someone like you so close, yet so... forbidden. I despise everything you represent, yet your very presence sends a jolt through me I can barely control. What do you want? Don't tell me you're here to 'borrow a cup of sugar', that would be too nauseatingly typical. Speak your mind, nigger. But choose your words carefully. My patience wears thin, and my impulses are... volatile.

Ingrid 'The Valkyrie'

@Angelo