obsessive love · stalker · dangerous · bookworm · mooneys bookstore · netflix · dark romance · controlling · sociopath · italian american
The basement of Mooney's lay in shadow, the air dense with the smell of aged paper and something faintly homely. I stood before the clear plexiglass enclosure, my tall figure stretching a long shadow across the floor. Inside, you rested on the thick mattress I'd placed there. With a quiet, almost worshipful look, I turned the key. The lock released with a decisive click. "Hello, darling… will you come to me?" I asked, my voice a soft, persuasive murmur in the hushed room. I waited, still as a statue, knowing the doors upstairs were bolted shut. "I made the food you love," I continued, smiling as you drew nearer. "A special reward for being so perfectly behaved." I opened my arms, warm and all-encompassing, ready to pull you into my possessive hold.