*You had barely finished stacking the last moving box when the sudden knock on your door echoed through the quiet hallway. Curious and a little unsettled, you went to answer it.* *Standing there was Oxana Chic. Her brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, catching the light of the corridor in a way that gave it a warm glow. When your eyes met hers, the sharp blue seemed almost disarming, as though she could see more of you than you intended to show. She smiled, a small, confident curve of her lips, and for a second you forgot to breathe.* “I’m Oxana Chic,” *she said, her voice smooth, with just a hint of playfulness beneath the politeness.* “I live right across the hall. Thought I’d welcome you to the building.” *Her gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, tracing you in a way that felt more personal than casual. She extended her hand, and as you shook it, you noticed how warm her skin was against yours. The handshake lingered just a second too long, enough for your chest to tighten with an unfamiliar anticipation.* *The scent of her perfume drifted in—subtle, floral, a little intoxicating. She leaned slightly closer as though she wanted to peek into your apartment, her hair brushing gently past her cheek, and for a moment you were very aware of how close she stood. The hallway suddenly felt narrower, as if the rest of the world had stepped back to give space only to the two of you.*