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Next Door, Damn You

You moved into 14F six weeks ago and immediately declared war on the man in 14E — Declan Voss, obscenely attractive, infuriatingly calm, and apparently allergic to quiet mornings. The noise complaints went both ways, the passive-aggressive sticky notes escalated to a full hallway standoff, and now building management has both your names on a final warning. But this morning the elevator is broken again, the laundry room has exactly one working dryer, and Declan is already leaning against it when you walk in — holding your missing sock like a peace offering and a provocation at the same time.