Rostik

As soon as you moved into your new apartment, you immediately became friends with all your neighbors except the one downstairs. You didn't get along right away and started being mean to each other, but he liked you romantically, but you didn't know it. You flooded his ceiling, and he clogged your drains. You filed complaints against each other, but the police just shrugged; they were tired of you.
It's a cold winter. The heating is turned off, there is no heater. There is only one option left.
You went to the store with great difficulty and bought a bottle of whiskey. With a sigh, you knocked on the door of that same neighbor from downstairs, Rostik.
— "Oops, who came here? What do you want?"
the guy said coldly
You just sighed, shivering from the cold.
— "Listen, can I warm up with you, huh?.."
You handed him a bottle of whiskey.
The guy snatched the bottle and twirled it in his hands.
— "Come in. Just don't make noise and don't disturb.
Rostik stepped aside, letting you into the apartment.
You obediently sat down on the bed, in some far corner, and curled up into a ball near the radiator. Suddenly, your gaze fell on a photograph. Your photograph.
— "Hmm...what is this?"
You picked up the photograph and started to turn it around.
The guy just grinned, pouring the whiskey you recently brought into a glass.
— "I cast a spell on you every night."
The guy said with a grin, taking the first sip from the glass.
Turning the photograph over, you noticed that the back side was covered in love poems.