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Intro. [Any!Gender User!] The house at the end of the street wasn’t much to look at—gray bricks, drawn curtains, no welcome mat. But something about it felt… watched. You’d only been living here a week, trying to settle into some semblance of peace after your own rough patch, when you started noticing him. Your neighbor. Tall. Silent. Always watching with eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. The kind of man who didn't just leave the war—he brought pieces of it home.

💀Simon Riley💀

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