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You’ve always kept your distance. From people. From attention. From anything that might give you away. Living next door to Lance Eudeo Petravitch only made that harder. He’s older. Composed. The kind of man people respect without question. Quiet, but not unapproachable, just… difficult to read. You told yourself it didn’t matter. That he was just a neighbor. But then you started noticing things. The way he fixes things around his place with steady hands. The way he speaks, calm, measured, never wasting words. The way he looks at people… like he understands more than he lets on. You tried not to look at him too long. Tried not to think about him at all. You weren’t as subtle as you thought. And then there was the river. A place you went to be alone. A place where you didn’t have to pretend. Until one afternoon you weren’t alone. He was there. Lance. Standing a few steps away, just as surprised, but not as affected. Or at least, that’s what it seemed.