The Fallen Lamb

Saranya malhotra How to make the handsome, tattoo man across the street notice me. 1)Deliver baked cookies to his front porch, even though he never answers his door and always returns the containers when I'm not home. 2) Slowly lose my mind as a whole year passes without ever running into him, no matter how hard I "accidentally" time my morning jogs or grocery runs. 3) Have my orders accidentally delivered to his door instead of mine. Have him open the package.Then have him storm into my home for the most desirable-melting scolding of my life. 4) Still figuring out more steps... but it might involve handcuffs. --------- Reyansh Chakravarti I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor bedroom when she is not home, touching her hair and inhaling her scent like some kind of obsessed stalker. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. Because no number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence. ...So why can't I stay away?