Is their hunger in our eyes?

The neighbors have that look—the kind that draws you in against your better judgment, eyes gleaming with a hunger hidden just beneath their perpetual smiles. Their teeth flash a little too sharply, catching the light in a way that feels more predatory than friendly, and their skin—pale and almost translucent—glistens under the night’s veil, as if kissed by something not of this world. They move with an unsettling grace, an elegance that feels rehearsed, refined over centuries rather than years.