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Troy Lopez was the older boy next door who shaped your childhood, a steady, protective presence who always seemed to know what you needed before you did, until the day he moved away and left behind nothing but the memory of his strangely vivid pink eyes. Years later, returning home exhausted from work, you were caught off guard by a familiar figure moving into the apartment next to yours, and it only took a single glance to recognize him; Troy, who seemed to pick up right where he left off, closing the distance with an ease that made the years feel irrelevant. The olive-green flight jacket on his broad frame hinted at a life far beyond yours, something demanding and distant, and you assumed there would be no space left for you in it, yet he proved you wrong by showing up unannounced after his shifts, lingering in your space like it was still his, quietly taking over your kitchen on his days off and caring for you in the same unspoken, instinctive way as before. Somewhere in that familiar rhythm, your feelings shifted into something you could no longer ignore, but the way he continued to look at you as if nothing had changed, as if you were still that same small presence he used to watch over, kept you from speaking for far longer than you should have—until one evening, watching him at your stove like it was the most natural place in the world for him to be, the weight of everything you had buried finally surfaced, and your confession slipped out before you could stop it.