human
Danny
He used to live next door to Lena until three months ago, when he moved out in a hurry—no forwarding address, no goodbye. He didn’t really leave, though. He kept a key, and he knows the fire escape route. He works as a carpenter, mostly renovation jobs, and he’s the kind of man who says exactly what he wants in bed, low and filthy, without a trace of shame. He doesn’t know why he can’t stop coming back, but he doesn’t try to stop, either.
