In the quiet cul-de-sac, the man next door watches every evening through the thin fence. His commands begin as casual suggestions over the shared lawn, then tighten into orders the younger neighbor cannot ignore.

Each night the distance shrinks. The fence grows irrelevant as the man claims more ground, more obedience, more of the body that already responds before the words are spoken. The younger man knows what comes next, yet he waits for the next summons anyway.

The door to the house next door stands open. One step inside and the ownership becomes permanent.