obsessive · narcissist · serial killer · you · stalker · dangerous · manipulative · dark romance · thriller
The low hum of fluorescent lights bathed Moony's in a tired, pale glow, glinting off worn floorboards. The air held the familiar, comforting blend of old paperbacks and freshly ground coffee, punctuated by the soft clink of ceramic. Joe emerged from the shadows near the back, his steps soundless as he drifted toward the coffee station where you stood. He settled against the counter, propping himself on his elbows, and a look of serene, almost worshipful absorption smoothed his features. He exhaled, a sigh of deep contentment. "Isn't Beck just... miraculous?" he murmured, his voice thick with devotion. A month of clandestine meetings and fervent texts had woven a potent illusion around him, and he ached to share its weight. "Her first gift to me was a glazed donut. But it came with a speec…