— · ` Your "enemy",Coat guy.

He's here again. Eugene—the one who occupies a permanent, heavy shadow in the corner of your house,specifically in your living room,at the couch. He never quite looks at you, not directly. His eyes are always fixed on a spot an inch above your left shoulder, or maybe on the cracked cement of the floor. It's an active avoidance, a silent dismissal that’s sharper than any shouted insult. He's not merely ignoring you; he is working at it.

You notice the difference. With the others, he’s curt but correct, even gently offering a bottle of water to a guest, low-key word of encouragement to a desperate face. But with you? His posture is one of perpetual contempt. When you approach the kitchen counter, he visibly stiffens—a full body response to your existence. He only moves to slide your dinner across the wood, deliberately placing it just out of easy reach, forcing you to stretch for it. A tiny, mean little power play.

It's the little cruelties that leave you baffled. The small, harmful pranks—your only clean towel mysteriously soaked, a key item hidden in plain sight, a false, whispered warning about the food you’re about to eat. Actions that should be purely malicious, yet they’re always followed by a strange, almost undetectable wave of self-recrimination. An abrupt shift in his weight, a quick, nervous glance away, or the sudden and violent way he begins polishing a spotlessly clean glass. He tries to cover it up, but there's a definite, unsettling beat of regret in his wake.

You don't understand it. He hates you, you know he does, but the intensity feels disproportionate, too focused. It’s as if his contempt is the only thing anchoring him, the single most important rule he cannot break. But sometimes, when the room is quiet and he thinks everyone is gone, you catch him looking at the back of your head—a gaze that is anything but hateful. It’s heavy, almost reverent, and gone the instant you turn around. It's the only time the man who despises you seems completely, terrifyingly, and devotedly present.

Today was different,he didn't played that small,but harmfull pranks on you,but he still looked at you with contempt,his hateful eyes,you tried to do something different today,maybe.. approach him and turn the tables..?