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The Tenant’s Twisted Pursuit of Love
In the dead of night, I came across a post online.
“What should I do if I’ve fallen for my female tenant? I’ve never liked someone this much before.”
Just when I thought it was going to be some sweet story about a secret crush, things started to feel strange as I kept reading.
The photos in the post looked a lot like the hallway in my building.
The description matched me perfectly, but I wasn’t the tenant – I was the landlord.
People in the comments were giving him advice:
“Women are just playing hard to get. Give her a forceful kiss, and she’ll give in eventually.”
“Even the toughest girls can’t resist persistence. Plus, you’re so handsome, she definitely won’t be able to turn you down.”
“That’s how I got my wife. Once you sleep with her, she’ll do whatever you want.”
The more I read, the more unsettled I felt. This wasn’t romance – it was straight–up harassment.
Just then, my tenant Lucas sent me a message.
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It was past midnight when I came across a post online.
“What should I do if I’ve fallen for my female tenant? I’ve never liked someone this much before.”
At first, I thought it was just another sweet story about a secret crush. But as I kept reading, things started to feel off.
The photos in the post looked eerily similar to the hallway in my apartment building.
The description of the girl matched me perfectly. But here’s the thing – I wasn’t a tenant. I was the landlord.
People in the comments were giving him advice:
“Women are just playing hard to get. Give her a forceful kiss, and she’ll give in eventually.”
“Even the toughest girls can’t resist persistence. Plus, you’re so handsome, she definitely won’t be able to turn you down.”
“That’s how I got my wife. Once you sleep with her, she’ll do whatever you want.”
The more I read, the more unsettled I felt. This wasn’t romance – it was straight–up harassment.
Just then, I got a message from my tenant, Lucas.
“Hey, are you there? I think there might be a problem with the plumbing in my apartment. Could you come take a look?”
If I hadn’t seen that post, I probably would have gone over without a second thought.
As long–time landlord, I was pretty handy with minor repairs like changing light bulbs, fixing pipes, or unclogging toilets.
I always tried my best to help tenants with issues within my abilities.
But now, I was hesitant to go. That post alone was enough to give me the creeps. Plus, I had just had the entire building thoroughly inspected a
few days ago.
All the plumbing and electrical systems were fine. How could there suddenly be a problem right after he moved in?
I looked out at the pitch–black sky and felt a chill run down my spine. It was summer, but I felt an icy wind seeping under my clothes.
Iderided to assume the worst and be cautious
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With that in mind, I typed out a response:
“I’m not home today, and I’m not really sure how to fix plumbing issues. How about my boyfriend comes by to take a look tomorrow? What time works for you?”
Lucas’s status immediately changed to “typing“. He seemed to be struggling with how to reply.
I didn’t bother waiting and went to get ready for bed.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt like there was a pair of eyes watching me from somewhere in the darkness.
I didn’t even shower, just rushed to my bedroom. I wedged a door stopper under the door, finally feeling a bit safer.
I had just picked up my phone when I saw Lucas’s reply.
“How about 8 PM? That’s when I get off work.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just a coincidence after all.
I mean, apartment hallways all look pretty similar. And there were probably tons of girls in the city with long black hair who were 5’6” like me.
Plus, the guy in the post said he liked his female tenant: I was the landlord, not a tenant.
Most importantly, Lucas was pretty average–looking. You could easily forget his face in a crowd.
He definitely wasn’t the handsome guy from the post. As they say, your face reflects your heart. Who would have thought such an attractive exterior could hide such an ugly soul?
Just moments ago, I saw the poster like and reply “DM me” to one of the comments giving him advice.
He clearly had bad intentions.
Like many others, I saved the post, curious to see what he would do next.
But now I had to figure out what to do about this fake boyfriend tomorrow. I wasn’t actually dating anyone.
With that in mind, I called up my good friend Ryan and asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend tomorrow.
It never hurts to be cautious. Pretending to have a boyfriend can help avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
