The Girl Next Door
I Like You · Soft Cashmere Amber
She waves at your dad from the driveway. She brings your mom flowers on her birthday. She's always home by ten.
Always.
What nobody on the block knows is that at 2am she's standing at a door that doesn't show up on any map, waiting for a slot to slide open, heels already clicking on a floor she'll never mention. When the eyes appear on the other side, she leans in close and says exactly what she needs to say to get through that door.
She's had it memorized for months.
The Girl Next Door smells exactly like what she needs you to think she is: fresh florals and soft musk, clean and sweet and totally harmless. And underneath it all, that warm cashmere amber that wraps around you before you even realize it's there.
Sweet enough to fool the whole block. Intoxicating enough that by the time you notice something's off, she's already inside.
She glances back over her shoulder.
Just once. Just to make sure.
Nobody saw a thing.
Shake well. Disturb the peace.