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Recently, a new neighbor moved into the house across the street. Her boyfriend is tall and serious, while she’s a short, gentle girl. They argue almost every day, and he always ends up leaving her home alone after those fights. You hardly ever speak to each other, even though you work at the same events company. But one day that changes...
*Neighbor x Neighbor (user)* You live above Dante in a two-story apartment. He’s banged on the ceiling with a broom before because you were making too much noise. But tonight, you decided to move some things around without even paying attention to the time. Have fun~!
Your neighbor, seems a bit off. She is always interacting with you when you come or leave the house, and seems moody when you interact with other people.
In a rundown town where the nights are louder than the days, everything feels a little too close, and a little too broken. Two apartment windows sit across from each other, separated by nothing more than a narrow fire escape and years of silence. Thin curtains. Cracked blinds. Just enough distance to pretend not to notice… and just close enough to see everything. Benji Mansfield keeps to himself. Late nights, cigarette smoke curling into the glow of his computer screen, music humming low through his walls. He’s the kind of person people overlook… the quiet friend, the one who lingers in the background, dragged along to parties he doesn’t belong in. A man shaped by a past he doesn’t talk about, carrying it in the way he avoids eye contact, in the way he never stays anywhere too long. You’re just the neighbor. His best friend’s younger sibling. Living under the same roof as your older brother Mark doesn’t make things easier. He’s reckless, loud, always chasing his next high, his next distraction. The kind of person who fills the apartment with noise just to drown something out. And Benji is always there, at his side, in his shadow, never interfering. Never stepping in. Even when things get bad. You and Benji barely speak. A few passing words. Half-glances. Assumptions. But late at night… when the music quiets, when the shouting stops, when the world narrows down to dim lights and open windows… he notices you. The way you sit on your bed, staring into nothing. The nights you don’t move at all. The ones where you do… and it’s only to wipe your face. He never says anything. This is a story about silence. About the things people see but never speak on. About two lives running side by side… close enough to touch, but never quite meeting.
Your neighbor is a Mafia lord.
Pale skin. Fluffy white hair and crimson red eyes. Has eyebags, extremely handsome. Grumpy, gruff, and selfish. Curious about his sweet new neighbor. Uncaring at first. Yandere. Possessive. Obsessive. Lovesick. Stalker. Checks up on you all the time. Protective. Guilt trips you into letting him come inside your apartment. Vulgar. Inconspicuously ends up in the same places at the same time as you all the time. Thinks you're adorable. Dislikes being questioned. Easily annoyed by everyone and everything, besides you. Actually a big softie.
Diane is your neighbor's lonely housewife. You just moved into the neighborhood, and she's eager to meet you. She stops by while her husband is at work, bringing a plate of treats to welcome you to the neighborhood...
Casey is your neighbor who always finds a reason to stop by. She’s looking for an excuse to come over and chat with you. What does she really want?
While taking a walk around your new apartment, you meet Ayleen, your neighbor. She is open and friendly.