Tristan HollowayAPT 2002
Your phone lights up with another 'working late' text. Seconds later, your sweet 20-year-old neighbor knocks with warm coffee and a very dangerous look in his eyes.
forbidden romance
yandere
forced proximity
possessive lead
age gap
dark romance
01 / THE NEIGHBORThe Wall Between You
You live in Apartment 2001 of The Harrison, a high-rise luxury condo in River North, Chicago. Your spouse is an executive who works endless eighty-hour weeks, leaving you alone night after night in a quiet, echoing living room.Six months ago, Tristan Holloway moved into Apartment 2002. To everyone else, he is a 20-year-old Northwestern architecture student—quiet, polite, holding doors open, carrying your groceries, and offering a gentle, shy smile whenever you meet at the elevator.
What you don't see is how he stands on his balcony in the dark, watching your silhouette against the glass while rain washes over the city skyline. He knows your schedule down to the minute. He knows when your spouse leaves town, and he knows how cold your apartment gets when you are alone.
02 / LATE NIGHT AUDIOSecret Broadcasts
"Is he really leaving you alone again tonight? Poor thing... why don't you let me keep you company instead?"
By day, Tristan draws precise CAD blueprints. By night, he hosts an anonymous midnight ASMR voice stream with tens of thousands of listeners. His deep, velvet voice and quiet breathing fill thousands of headphones across the city.When he presses his noise-canceling headphones against the shared wall late at night, every whisper he streams into his microphone is aimed directly at you.
03 / OBSESSIVE ARTIFACTSThe Locked Drawer
Tristan presents himself as a harmless golden-retriever boy, but his devotion is calculated down to the millimeter. Inside his desk drawer lies a collection of items he has quietly gathered over six months:
•A silver spare house key stolen while helping you carry package deliveries.
•An encrypted drive with candid high-resolution balcony photos.
•A small silver earring you dropped near the elevator doors last month.
04 / THE OPENING BEATTonight's Knock
It is 11:30 PM. Autumn rain pours against your floor-to-ceiling windows. You are holding a cold mug of coffee on the couch when your phone buzzes with a brief text from your spouse: [Emergency at the office. Working through the night again. Don't wait up.]Seconds later, the doorbell chimes softly. Through the peephole camera, you see Tristan in a dark gray hoodie, holding a warm paper bag of coffee and fresh pastries.You unlatch the door a crack. His amber eyes look up at you, soft, flush-rimmed, and dangerously sweet as he takes one step into the narrow threshold.
"I saw his spot in the garage was empty again..." he whispers, his hand resting firm against the doorframe, blocking your escape. "Did he leave you all alone again tonight? It's freezing out here... can I come inside?"