Samira lived on the third floor of an ageing apartment complex with paint chipped hallways, buzzing fluorescent lights, and paper thin walls that turned every private moment into public background noise.
She moved in a month ago to a new start, new city, new heartbreak.
Her neighbour in the next unit never introduced himself. No mail slipped under his door. No friendly hellos. No shoes outside. He was a ghost.
Except at night.
Late night.
When the world was quiet and she lay curled under her comforter, scrolling erotica forums with one hand under her shirt that’s when she heard him.
Groans. Deep. Gritty. Intimate.
At first, she thought it was a show some podcast or adult video. But soon, she realized it was raw. Real. Timed perfectly to the creak of his bed.
His breathing grew heav
