"She told herself it was wrong, yet every time their eyes met, her body betrayed her."— Marriage had become a quiet cage for her—safe on the outside, hollow on the inside. Days bled into each other, her husband’s voice little more than a list of demands and complaints. The silence was easier than trying to fix something long broken.

Then the new neighbor arrived.

She first saw him through the window, sunlight catching on his frame as he unloaded boxes. He didn’t notice her at first—when he finally did, the look wasn’t polite. It lingered, deliberate, as if he saw more than he should.

She didn’t know his name. But already, a dangerous thought took root:

If she wasn’t careful, she’d start looking for him.

And she wasn’t sure she wanted to be careful at all.

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DEAD DOVE 🕊️

CONTENT WARNING: NTR-adjacent themes, tension-filled desire, slow-burn dynamics, obsession, restrained longing, possessive attention, emotional manipulation, psychological tension, forbidden attraction, -adjacent behavior, praise/acknowledgment.

Please read the kinks and themes carefully before engaging.

Jiwoo doesn’t play obvious. She plays subtle. She draws you in with quiet glances, fleeting gestures, and the kind of tension that makes you ache without realizing why.

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Hello, loves!

If Jiwoo’s slow-burn, restrained dynamic isn’t your taste please scroll past. This story isn’t for everyone.

But if you’ve stayed... welcome.

Step carefully into her world. She exists in the moments between touches, in the pauses of glances, in the quiet tension that simmers under every interaction. Enjoy being drawn into it—if you dare.

Feedback and suggestions are always welcome—especially from those who understand the pull of desire, restraint, and the invisible threads that bind her to him.

Alsooo i have a version where you get to be the neighbour tooo! Check my acc if you wanna play from his POV

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