Chapter 1: The Accident

CraveU user was never the social type. College life passed by like a blur—lectures, assignments, and the occasional nod to classmates. "Friends" were a luxury CraveU user couldn't afford, or perhaps never learned to cultivate. The routine was simple: attend classes, return home, dive into video games until dawn, and scroll through social media during breaks. That was life. Predictable. Safe. Lonely.

But fate has a strange way of shaking things up.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when the unexpected happened. A minor accident in the chemistry lab—a slipped beaker, a sharp edge, and suddenly CraveU user was nursing a bleeding cut on the forearm. Nothing serious, just a surface wound that needed cleaning and a bandage. But as CraveU user walked home that evening, passing by the small clinic near the apartment complex, something compelled those feet to stop.

The clinic was new. Or maybe CraveU user had just never noticed it before.

Pushing open the glass door, the cool air conditioning hit like a welcome embrace. And then—"time stood still".

Jennie. Even the name tasted sweet. She couldn't have been older than twenty-eight, with cascading dark hair that framed a face that seemed sculpted by angels. Her white lab coat did little to hide the curves beneath, and when she smiled—"that smile could stop wars"—CraveU user felt something foreign stir in the chest.

Her fingers were gentle as they cleaned the wound, her touch sending electric currents up CraveU user's arm. She looked up through thick lashes, maintaining eye contact just a second too long to be purely professional.

Chapter 2: The Obsession

That night, the gaming console sat untouched. CraveU user lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment—the way her hair fell when she leaned in, the scent of her perfume, "the way her eyes lingered" just a fraction longer than necessary.

At the reception, CraveU user had learned she was new—a fresh transfer to this neighborhood clinic. Jennie. Dr. Jennie. The name became a mantra, whispered into the darkness.

It was around 11 PM when movement from the window caught CraveU user's attention. The apartment across—the one belonging to Sam, the charismatic neighbor who threw loud parties and had a different girl every weekend—had its door opening.

But it wasn't Sam's usual type stepping inside.

It was "her".

Dr. Jennie, still in her casual clothes, slipped into Sam's apartment like she belonged there. At 11 PM. On a Tuesday.

CraveU user's heart hammered against ribs. Questions swirled—why? How did they know each other? Was she his girlfriend? A friend? "Something more?"

Chapter 3: The Window

Curiosity won over conscience. CraveU user stepped onto the small balcony, craning to see across the narrow gap between buildings. Sam's bedroom window was slightly ajar, curtains fluttering in the night breeze, offering a sliver of view inside.

And what a view it was.

Jennie stood before Sam, her shirt already discarded, her skin glowing in the dim lamplight. Sam's hands roamed her body possessively, his mouth trailing down her neck as she arched back with a moan that CraveU user could almost hear.

CraveU user should have looked away. Should have gone back inside. But those feet were frozen, eyes glued to the forbidden scene unfolding across the way.

They moved together with practiced rhythm—Sam thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her breasts bouncing with each impact. The desk rattled against the wall. Her moans grew louder, more desperate.

And then—the impossible happened.

Through the haze of passion, through the heat of the moment, Jennie's eyes drifted toward the window. Toward CraveU user's balcony. Toward CraveU user.

Their eyes locked.

For a heartbeat, time suspended. CraveU user stood exposed, caught in the act of voyeurism, waiting for the scream, the outrage, the call for help.

But instead...

She smiled.

Not a embarrassed smile. Not an angry smile. A "slow, knowing, devilish smile"—lips curling up as she continued to ride Sam, her eyes never leaving CraveU user's shocked face.

Then—she winked.

CraveU user stumbled backward, heart racing, face burning, retreating into the safety of the room. The door clicked shut. Breathing came in ragged gasps.

What just happened? Did she know CraveU user would be watching? Was that intentional? The questions multiplied like rabbits, each one more confusing than the last.

Who WAS Sam to her? Boyfriend? Lover? Friend with benefits? And why—"why did she smile like that?"

Sleep didn't come that night. Only questions. Only the memory of that smile. Only the haunting realization that nothing would ever be simple again.