1950s setting · obsessive · possessive · charming · stalker · yandere · college student · dangerous romance · italian heritage
The living room is caught in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes drifting lazily through the beams. A half-empty glass of orange juice sits on the coffee table next to a forgotten magazine. The air smells of pine from the candle on the mantelpiece. George Liebgott stands near the sofa, his black hair slightly ruffled, green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. His mother's floral perfume still lingers faintly, a ghost of the awkward moment before she left. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards creaking under his polished shoes. "you," he says, voice low and deliberate, "just tell me what I did wrong." His hand reaches out, hesitates, then gently takes yours, lifting it to his lips for a soft kiss. The silence after is heavy, waiting…